Category Archives: refugee

i was born in a hearse

I was born in a hearse, I carry my curse, from midnight to midnight, searching by lamplight, for someone to find me, a hand that can guide me, through the streets that hide me, from midnight to midnight.

Posted in anger management, art, dark, poetry, recovery, refugee, stories | 2 Comments

Maybe it wasn’t some great or tragic flaw

Maybe it wasn’t some great or tragic flaw. It could have been just an occurrence happening like a watchspring come unsprung and deciding to dance. Power comes from, rests and abides with the old rotten Stonehenge figures and grandfathers. You … Continue reading

Posted in art, love, medium, poetry, refugee, steel sculpture, war | Leave a comment