April 18, 2017 Photograph We’re all just poor, passing photographs Snapshots and misshapen mishaps Formed by laughs and relapse Printed in aberrated facts Torn and tapered edges Jampackedtimelapse Sincerely forgotten pledges Instead of toothsmile wedges Given to quell sketches Disappearing reckless digitals We were developed from negatives Flipping through album sedatives Skipping…
….a year later. Advent-close to your birthday on the twelfth day of Christmas month and just hours away from your battle lines, our nation hears the ricochet of ammunition in the college campus.
Dear Reader: God had a different plan. Its only His forever that is eternal. ——————————– November 3 2016 If i was a compass, i am lost, but you are my north. Im dazzled by your petrifying eyes Their forgiving glance planted into my immature root-of-a-soul That i will cultivate forever. I want to…
Today, i met one of my role models. Caroline Clare, woman of God and woman of proverbs 31:26. Best day to meet a beloved teacher and friend-close-as-big-sis.
Please welcome Knucklepen Artist and kindred spirit, Abigail Byers, and an excerpt from her fingers -hot off the wordpress.
Just finished “Our Town” by Thornton Wilder. Best play ever.
Water is fearful. Powerful. Memorable. (The following was written as an answer to a lesson question in an English poetry unit.)
As a child, i marred trees. Now, i climb them. ——