A Poet’s Demons

Too many voices inside my head Too many words that need to be said “Not enough time,” the neon sign read “Beware of the demons under your bed” So I sat and I pondered Recalling where I had wandered How did the demons silence the voices? What do I do now? What are my choices?... Continue Reading →

The Storm

The sharp crack of lightning Just before the rain Makes the hair on the back of my neck Stand up in fear The raindrops quickly follow Some as large as pie plates That drench me in liquid sunshine Caught up in a summer storm That washes away the heat of the day The raindrops are... Continue Reading →

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