Poetry strong a subtle story without subtitles   breathing out words to grow on or avoid   ideas pressed in the winds of thought   hold tight the cards place the bets take the winnings and then the door   tears for hope and faith to the end


We are stones upon stones. Caves of memories. Mountains of thoughts, oceans of tears and deserts of dryness.   Buildings find wonder with our foundations, curious with our moving about while not planted in the ground.   We each possess a veneer, some of paper others of steel. Time tests the heart for strength; stepping … More STONES