The seasonal passenger on the train on life, She entered, like a summer breeze, Laughed like sunshine, Loved like thunder, … More
Strumming my fingertips on top of the steering wheel I drive, Winding conscientiously past the Old Markham pubs. A drunken … More
Master crafted, Painted to perfection, The artist’s pride, the craftman’s delight Petite porcelain dolls With hearts of glass and all … More
You’re only half here, yet you expect me to be whole. Relieve me of my mind. Let me play a … More
The walls start caving in and there’s no way out, My world is too crowded, too small for us all … More
These are the results of what you left behind The days are long gone, and that me is hard to … More
Picture perfect we were. And pictures tell a thousand words, Most of them lies. R. A. Douglas July 30,2014.