Regret

I've had a hole in my heart for a very long time  I see things as they once were I see things as they could have become  I see things as they will never become  Fruit dies on the vine  Poem by Michael Ku... Read More...

Buried Alive

"Men privately plan their escape from the smothering tomb of their life until each year they become more weakened and less brave, and it becomes the sarcophagus that enshrines them. What history will tell u... Read More...

We Counted

"Civil War Journey. We are on our own again. Memories of the sea and our scouting party that lost itself in a tangle of trees inside the fog. We waited by the cliff wall and counted the autumns that had com... Read More...