When I start writing, all sense of time seems to fade away. When I’m writing, I’m no longer talking with my voice but rather my heart.
Check out my new Poems: If able, please Like and Share!
- I see you, Devil
- Look Up, My Girl
- Christmas Lights in Mustang
- To the Children No One Sees
- FIREPLACE POETRY – beyond the page
- Conversations with God
- God & Gun Smoke
- First Spark
- The Keeper
- Hallway Echoes
- A New Direction
- Oklahoma Skies
- One Name
- HERE I AM
- Facing Insecurities: Embracing Help in Creativity
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