this poem

this poem using ink splashed like colors in a dream but when I awoke it turned to black & white proving without a doubt things change suddenly as life ensues its purpose with rhymes.

Letter to Irene, my ex editor

You sure took youre time respondding to my letter fore help back inn 2018 JUly 11they. Aftea manny a long nite Ive decided to nform you of my decesion to letyou go. I'm on my third pot of cofee an tryin to tell you of ablot whats happened and how my writting has improfed drascratley.... Continue Reading →

Right before

Right before my eyes stands a red sunflower its beauty speaking volumes straight to my heart where words form occasionally once pronounced in mind so poetry sounds like a classic band. Then I dance with glee beneath puffy white clouds feel gloom of days gone by fall like leaves. May you encounter beauty dance through... Continue Reading →

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