Remembering a love lost in the very table we made them.

Poem.

Lights will guide you home.

Lights always die one way or another.

Poetry about a girl driving heading home and theres a crash, and in the end she doesn’t know she didn’t survive.

An abstract modern poem on the woes of love through a dark glass.

My first grand daughter was only two when I wrote this…

Lost in a city looking for love.

Me explaining my image of midnights.

Sunshine and Solar Panel Everyday.