Poem about a taxi ride in London.

This is a poetic account of a long journey on the road in our car with my husband…

Childhood experience.

To the man who only has a hammer, everything he encounters begins to look like a nail.
—Abraham Maslow.

An observation.

A walk in autumn and then a drive. This may turn into something longer.

Written as I fled the heartbreak and hell of my old home town for the last damn time…

Dear God,
Please bless my family and friends.

In retrospect.

This is a new song I wrote. Its still a works in progress but here it is.