
Night fell long ago
Yet sleep is avoiding me
I hear the highway
Oh sleep, I’ve requested your presence some time ago. Sigh…
Oh well, at least I can sleep in tomorrow.
poetry, prose, and photography

Night fell long ago
Yet sleep is avoiding me
I hear the highway
Oh sleep, I’ve requested your presence some time ago. Sigh…
Oh well, at least I can sleep in tomorrow.


A new testament
The hand of God drifting through
Buds become blossoms

Perhaps they prefer
Victims to remain Faceless
I’m resisting such

Violence glorified?
I’m seeking the path forward
Away from despair