Every culture has its own definition of an ideal woman. There are so many opinions that dictate what she must look like, speak like, walk like, and talk like; so many definitions that make one forget that she is as human as he is.
I believe that poetry can’t be explained- only expressed.
The Unspoken
Ash and Clay, is an attempt to reconcile with Death and Loss. “All it is, is flesh and bones; when it shatters, no one knows.
The Search What do you and I hope to find through the money we earn, the history we learn, the journeys we take, the connections we make and the possessions we seek? The glories of the past, heroes in the present; the gold in your medals, gifted rose petals; pocket full of money,