I write poetry often. Some of them become songs, some stayed as poems -some are still in journals I must take a look at them sometime!
All moments I wanted to be remembered.
Here are some poems on rotation, I’ll change them from time to time.
Click on the picture to read or listen to me reading it to you.
Before The Bullets Tear The Skin
We Will Remember
Friday Morning, By The River
So Around, for my Nana
There’s A Young Man Crying
White History Month