This poem is about when I saw Showbread play live in Savannah, Georgia.

A poem from luis.

Things never seem to work

Poem about a hungry lion that comes across a tasty victim, an antelope.

Poem.

Something that wrote itself.

A poem I wrote when I was younger and Ironically it matches my
current situation.

I wrote this January 13th after my love broke my heart, I was in a bad mood.

Observations from a disheartened visitor.

John Brooklyn sat in his Jeep, at a fork in a trail, in the middle of the African savannah and was looking at his GPS trying to figure out where the heck he was. A day of collecting research had left him hungry, thirsty, tired but most importantly lost. Every trail looked the same on this dark night.