Poem — An Invocation to The Master
October 25, 2021
Am I Thy straggling soldier in every marchDragging boots o’er steep hill and ravine,The dead riverba
June 1, 2021
A dross is on my gifts, a pain lines my smile,My brow’s arch is cracked by sorrow,My tread echoes on
Poem
September 4, 2020
I am ploughed by a force every night and day,I have pledge my feeble will to its revealed way.Its lo
