You are liberal, You are free, Your sins are at my mercy, But you are my Bree. I cry on … More
Month: Jul 2018
Our City, My City
I’ve not seen enough of this city, but every time I walk with slow measured steps slithering my way just … More
Ashes
The The fire that you ignited once is still burning beneath the ashes. Waiting to radiate the warmth in a … More
Dear Mom
If you haven’t read my pervious post Deep into the Abyss give it a read. This is a sequel to that post. … More
Misery
I wake up to the sound of rain splattering on the window pane. I had a feeling that, if I … More
Night Falls
The weary face and rusty eyes, The lonely nights and wild cries. ©Jumbled Letters 2018.