Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much