01022 Jul
A Soldier Never Fallen
Would I be the sort of friend that you have been to me. A tribute to the people who show up for years without asking for anything back.
Poetry
Verse: short and long, rhymed and not.
00915 Jul
Which Frequency
It's not the channel I want, looking to communicate to nitrogen mortal yet the presenters look in an incommunicado syndrome.
00809 Jul
The Perimeter Wall
To stand owned, turn your head to the other side. A poem asking who really controls the metals, and who answers for them.
00517 Jun
The Enemy Within
Looking up in despair, not knowing what tomorrow holds, is agonizing. On wrestling with our inner beings, while ignoring the enemy within.
00410 Jun
The Cycler's Ridge
In the city of seven hills, Andrew Nicholas resides. A memory of riding, of Kampala Road, and of a ridge that no longer holds riders.
00303 Jun
Set No Premium on Her
In appreciating her, never set a premium on her. Oftentimes tears roll down her cheek for you. A Mother's Day piece, written for mine and yours.