step by step, closer,
who you are
but still having
not knowing How
to ask but
but how when
your White teeth,
Brighter than the Moon
it’s all I see in the Dark of night
sleeping flowers Hum
winds Whisper “All is well! There is no ear tonight.”
muted colours snore
stones Laugh at the tw...
You ask me how I’m doing. What a stupid question. Because I sink and I sink and I sink in my hole of what I am. I’m not doing. I’m not. Not anything at all. But what do I say? I say I’m fine.
When I was younger, I lived in the States – The United States of America. The war in Iraq was very real in my grade five mind, and I respected and was in awe of the military. They risked their lives e...
the questions of Old embody the Author
what purpose? why? How?
The Author ity of life
Incomplete without Truth
the Truth Above that which is Anything at all
the Maker Himself u...
The child with the imagination chooses
The child, to read, chooses
The child, with wings of fancy flying about, sings and dances ‘til night’s end
The child knows what truth is beyond all truth