I have been writing poetry ever since I learned how to print. My muses are Nature, Love and Humor. In the last several months, after losing both my father and brother eight months apart, I have discovered a new muse called Sorrow.
“Contemplation, Cowles Mountain”
“I Don’t Mourn the Cold Place”
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