Our Town Similarities
The days are winding down like a tired clock, and while I took that from a play I used to know by heart, that doesn’t make it any less true.
Songbirds
The curtains flutter in the light morning breeze, song birds singing their soft tunes through the open window. Tiny strands of dawn peek through, warming my…
Untitled Poem #17
When I find myself driving down an endless stretch of familiar and often taken roads, I will drum my fingers on the steering wheel, curse every red light, and…