Poems from tatertotskie
He plans meticulously.
She smiles with the warmth of a thousand ancient fires,
and her eyes twinkle to rival Venus in the night sky....
I'm sitting on my porch.
the sky full of blue,
and the air full of heat.
I'm not sitting in the rocking chair,
as all Southern tradition...
i'm an architect of dreams
structures built of hope speckle the skyline
blueprints of fantasies litter my thoughts
the top floor of every...