poetry

Thunderbirds aptly named pass overhead in reformation, blending into the blinding blue Hawks soar more impressively Falcons jet on their...

My shadow casts my next move My footprints write my history Repeating itself Proudly written by the victor Humbly left...

I write because no one hears me speak Of course, then no one reads it But me Over and over...

Looking for the planet Vulcan The idea, like Icarus, flew too close to the Sun Wanting something to be true...