This poem uses fabric as a metaphor for our daily lives.

Do you love cutting? Everything can cut except the salary, of course!

The passage of time leaves its mark.

The passage of time leaves its mark.

Dark shadows creeping,
The sun enveloped
Within menacing shrouds
Of imminent gloom….

Time well spent.

A family has its own characteristics & traits that it shares with its members. The family continues to develop with values instilled within its members.

Feed my core.

A prose poem about my town hull.

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