Poem: This Ain’t Paris

This ain’t Paris or Montremarre No matter the romanticism That we try to portray The reality is the ugliness That we once celebrated Rust can be beautiful Weeds can be flowers But they are still decay I watch the snow pile Disappear Turn into dirt and ice And a hundred cigarette butts The mysteries of … Continue reading →

Poem: Across this Wide Country

I’ll bring you some sunshine From where I’ve been away Brings warmth and light To your cold, dreary days I’ll bring you the moon And the stars in the sky From this faraway land Through the air shall I fly I’ll bring you treasures That will sparkle and shine I’ll let you have all of … Continue reading →