Contributions

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All Around

All Around... I watch the tattered souls of aimless youth flipping pics for proof of existence I watch the old struggle to sit, stand or walk. No arm in their arm,

Girl Fourteen

This poem was written by me a couple of years ago. As I was driving down a back road between Gladwin and Mt. Pleasant, Michigan (USA), I'd come upon a farm auction.

The Cycle

Prescription drug addiction is real; and it's killing not only our young but also our old.