Geography And Memory: Perspective
An alleyway To some… But to others Living in some Far away land Where my memories Often linger, A two-way street.
An alleyway To some… But to others Living in some Far away land Where my memories Often linger, A two-way street.
Stepping into that space, I heard the doorbell ring, And memories of that song Blast into my world, Turning the mundane Into something magical. This is what great art does, It lingers… Continue reading
Between pine trees And wild flowers, Small churches And bells Ringing in the distance… Between shaved ice, And pistachios On school days, Books, games, and laughter On weekends, There were three little faces… Continue reading