A blind eye in my family line denies that it is so
When forced from under his vulgar façade
He admits that he is that low
Why laughter and a joking word
Are used to take away
Why groping hands and choking words
Were never child’s play.
An Independent Nondiscriminatory Platform With No Religious, Political, Financial, or Social Affiliations - FOUNDED 2014
Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
Hosanna High Community Burial Project
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
...just a voice from the eastern Himalayan summits...
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Life as an American poet of excellence
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Love Letters to the Tar Pit
Making Space for Dreams
binge thinking and other things in life
Mare Martell 
I know you said your writings of late were on the deep side, but are you sure you are ok? They seem to be getting deeper to the dark side. If it’s “just” therapeutic, I get it. But just checking. Love, Mom
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