Dark sky It gets news Many views Of the night A sign Of high tide Of rough rides In twilight Black clouds Now gathered Dusk lathered Black and white Grim seas Still untamed To be aimed All at sight Tears sweet A soul cries For past lives Not made right Whispers The wind hears All … Read moreSky views..
I still remember my first assignment as a trainee reporter. I got to interview a rancher, astride his trusty brown steed. “How is life in the wild west?” I had asked him. “Not so wild nowadays, son… “, he had replied, just as the shot was heard. My first assignment had also been my last. … Read moreThe First Assignment
Life has taken away my strength; sorrows inflated by heated thoughts sent my way by others. Sometimes I have no hope, no will, not even in death. I’m dead to they who matter most to me. Sometimes, words hurt more than silence. I seek escape. I want to fly away, but I have no wings. … Read moreStranded