Poems

Some Birds--poem by Judy Bebelaar

Some Birds

All of us try to keep up, though mostly we creep. We are locked in to our pasts. We are books written by authors…

Something

This has something to do with the tap tap tap of an early morning dream, with traffic rushing by and people who talk too…

Poignant

I think I understand what the word means now since I passed the corner Irving and 19th and for a small part of perhaps…