Boxing, Paul, and Me
“Yeah, of course I remember those days,” he said. “I was young and full of piss and vinegar. I thought I could conquer the
05
Feb
At the barbershop for a shave
Trepidation was coursing through my body As I approached the front door. The spinning barber pole corkscrewed its way upward,
28
Dec
When The Glory Fades – A Poem of Remembering
The colors are what struck me when I looked into the stands, As a million multicolor dots on a pointillist painting. There
10
Dec
Happened Upon A Cemetery – A Poem
I don’t know how they fell or how they lived But I can’t help noticing they are there. I wonder, as I contemplate the markers
14
Sep
Reading and Writing – Master the Literature
Kind of an odd title, isn’t it? Essentially though, it sums up the study of history. Professor
22
Jan