My poems are a microcosim of the world that God has granted me, through my birth, on planet earth.
I give thanks to all of our Lord's gifts, through my writings of poetry and prose. I hope you enjoy my poems.
Hunched over a garbage pail, A beggar chews scraps of bread. The city the never sleeps, Swallows souls that can't eat.
Frigid night, as wind sweeps Across city's howling streets, Festive spirit crushed beneath Soles of the passer-by,