Young Boy Sitting in the metro in a green snowsuit and black and white, striped hat. He’s trying to get comfortable Lying this way and that Using his arm to rest upon. He looks over to his Mother sitting across the way in another seat. He looks down at his seat and pats the space … Continue reading Young Boy
Comforts
I knew an old imp who lived in an egg He hobbled the streets cobbled on a wooden leg. Go, he would, to the corner store. For what, although, he was never quite sure. He would buy bread and tea and cheese. And conveniently forget the pepper which always made him sneeze. Back to his … Continue reading Comforts
The New Renaissance Mindset 