01 Dec 2020

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Poetry

Anger 

Anger is a powerful thing, a weapon that can destroy us or help us make it through. It’s entirely up to us whether we use it to light a fire or let it consume us with the flames of madness.

Poetry

Night Translucent and Vibrating 

Looking out the window, listening to the sounds and noises of the city, dreaming, seeing, feeling, missing are the things I like to do. Especially if it’s on a late-summer night when summer’s kissing goodbye and autumn knocks on the door. And busy, busy is the winter cold and snowy, wishing to cover all that lived and hoped with a mantle of white, impenetrable blanket, suffocating life.