Poetry Series – Death, Mustard, and Rorschach

Sometimes it’s subtle but every day, here we were, just finding beauty in what could be someone else’s mess.  What do you see? Call me crazy but I guess that’s the perspective of it all. DEATH, MUSTARD, AND RORSCHACH The year everyone died all at onceYou would sneak condiment packets from the break-room drawers andContinue reading “Poetry Series – Death, Mustard, and Rorschach”

Payge Gray

I feel called to change so consider this a rebranding The smell of searing flesh, burning of bodies, you leave your name upon this temple, your grave You’re not the first to die here, but I promise you’ll be the last The war is over, and here we stay And I don’t promise that itContinue reading “Payge Gray”