I try hard and think a lot but sometimes people are just frightened and alone.
The truth creeps up on me, don’t turn fallibility to rage.
I try hard and think a lot but sometimes people are just frightened and alone.
The truth creeps up on me, don’t turn fallibility to rage.
I scribble, I dabble, I call it art!
Random Reviews and Ramblings from Redcliffe
Poet / Performer / Workshop Coordinator
More beautiful than the honey locust tree are the words of the Lord - Mary Oliver
