Moon
Moon, I have made up my mind, from where I standI can just jump into youAnd so I will, catch me, MoonCatch me.The snow will pop…
And sat down beside her… )a poem(
Poets, call themselves Honest. Viewers. Observers. Watchers, Poets are. They give meaning to Miss Spider who scares The curds out of Muffet, who runs away…
it’s been a while, a poem
Boxed in by storage challengesWanting to be lost in the beauty ofDesign and art and full book shelvesOne voice screamsAnother, drips tearsThe third, finds a smileBetween…
Fullbeard Lit 