Here is a light bit of verse from our resident poet. It expresses sentiment that most of us can understand. The niggling thought that perhaps we could have done things differently. Only the Present Springs a wish upon a thought, The past still yet to come, Held loosely in a drifting clasp Of hedonistic fun; […]
Time’s Insidious Dreams Tick…tock… Bump… bump… I touch the walls to feel them stretch and give. I sense the muffled sounds, the rhythmic thump, thump, around, all around. Here I am. Now I am…able…to hear. Tick…tock… To sway. To stumble. To fall. Not far. Tenaciously tearing at cushions. Calling for more. Shouting no. […]
Rebel Voice 