Dear Friend

Dear friend From time to time Like this starry night Your name still runs across my mind Though we have not spoken In what feels like forever I often daydream about us in the future Sitting at some old table With black coffee As bitter as the stories we’ll share of our hardships With years…

Wandering Herd of Lost Writers

I see the hours you dedicate Mulling over rhymes Nights observing the pen in your hand Hoping it will leap forward and write I see the beautiful chaos You scribble onto pages The radiance of your sunshine And the war within that rages Homogeneous creatures Poets can often seem Like evolved from some great ancestor…