My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
I'm not the nouveau-riche of poets...nor a relic of the old guardOblio - or square peg in a round hole I have no pattern no highs or lowsI don't follow a particular beat I am the off beat - out of sequenceI am a fine line between a pause- and hesitationThe path not taken The …
Men march, their torches burn in the night their women stand street side weeping; not for fear, but emotions emotions so powerful they overflow tear stained faces passion and love You put another log on the fire and I am thankful that you have a turn of the century fireplace in the Big Apple west …
Trilby Yates 