‘Bitter branches’
Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders. They have learned profound knowledge and they know… Continue reading
Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders. They have learned profound knowledge and they know… Continue reading
Wonderful and powerful poetry by a talented writer.
Originally posted on liezel graham:
sometimes, i want to take off my skin, . and memories, and fears . and sin. . . and all the things that i should leave behind, but…
Fall sweet honey Beautiful as the rising Summer sun, sweet and kind like the fresh Fall Michigan sweet honey. She told me, if you want me. Must leave your tomb and find me,… Continue reading