As promised, as the six months have passed since I last collected these, it is time now to go back and look at what I consider the most potent of my writings, and perhaps, you might think so, too.
Colors - A sijo about the blue and the black, and other colors.
Placeholders - These arbitrary things that become our cornerstones.
Angels' Song - "Fear not: what you have waited for will come to pass...."
Draw - A little ditty about a man who drew on himself every day.
Me, Myself, I - About looking in the mirror and not recognizing him I see.
Gray Wings - Gliding past the hills of my wondering, and what I observe.
Meandering - Touching beauty and death, meandering my way on.
