I must critique my place to share the following thoughts before I share at all. I acknowledge that my insights will not cure me of my post-modern, post-existential, posting compulsions. I am […]
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The first cut
The arrogance of youth catapults us into adulthood. It is our technicolour armour. We would wither without it. I cherish every moment that I knew so much about so little, and thought […]
The color of love
Red as the grass that lines these walls, Green as the sky below, Blue as the sun that burns my eyes, Bright as my love for you.
the Reinvented Poet 