Those who pursue war
Will doubtlessly find its wares
Collected anguish
poetry, prose, and photography
Those who pursue war
Will doubtlessly find its wares
Collected anguish
Evening has arrived
Sunlight forcing itself down
Trees in their glory
light trickles through blinds
dawn’s handiwork is complete
charm of backlit trees
This morning burns bright
Sheltered from it at my desk
A breeze blows gently
And now we are free
Embrace it with great reverence
Birds flit between trees
I hate depression
It crushes us from within
With its brutal lies