How I Write My Poetry

Most of my writing Comes late at night Written in a notebook With a pen So many dreams That keep me awake Finding myself caught Between a nightmare And lost dreams The darkness is my time Neither sad nor bad The darkness is poetic I find happiness in rainbows But my poems are formed in... Continue Reading →


Looking Back On Father’s Day

As I Look back on my life All of the years that have now gone by I realize that it was those years Those memories that made me who I am Childhood memories of driving cross country Seeing the Grand Canyon, Old Faithful Yellowstone & Yosemite Paul Bunyan and his Blue Ox, Babe Impressions made... Continue Reading →

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