Category Archives: Poetry

time creates a looking glass as senses fade and faces pass along the broken sidewalks along the sunny side of town i’ll over look the cracks and with my whole heart come home to you.

So today there were mashed potatoes in the caf, and they were delicious. I wanted to eat more, so I brought some back with me, but it was snowing outside, and I yelled “I don’t like snow on my mashed … Continue reading →