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This is a poem. It is referent to memories of the North, South, and Midwest. Saving the best for last, so to speak, the title is the final word of the poem. The lack of capitals is intentional.

A family member slides into dementia.

Adela has been looking for her grandaughter for many years now. And when she finally finds her, she has to take a step back and leave her again.

Are our historical figures heros or villains? Or maybe they are both.

If all the unfathomable chances and stars didn’t drift into a straight line, like an airplane runway for me to take off into their heart.

A little something I wrote while on Wattpad. :3 Enjoy

Hopefully you know who you are.

Trying to understand who you are in this strange, growing world is a hard task. What is my sexuality? Why am I who I am?

All flows out of it. All run out of it. What will we make out of it?

Couldn’t sleep so I wrote this instead of doing homework

The Tree represents our failing Government at the time.

With my story I try to capture the rare but hugely significant positive moments during the pandemic. I love capturing the beautiful little moments in even the hardest of times

Isles of Scilly World Gig Championship.

Is it mere coincidence that "sound" is both an auditory experience and a positive state? This short poem pays tribute to the miracle of music.

What we see is not always the reality.

Got a minute? Time is of the essence.

It shows how hard it is for a sick man to cope with such drastic change that happens in his life.