Posted on February 21, 2016 / Poetry Revolution One dangerous idea and fickle time, With autonomy and leisure for all, From intricately and sound woven rhyme, As the congeries desert the town hall. A man stands with vital rebirth, Wages silent war on a chimera,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 13, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Windmills I hold a low-middle class job, A wage to scarcely pay the bills, I am but one of the grand cob, Call revolt or spin like windmills. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
