I will try my best to explain… I have had a nickname since high school, my friends began calling me Emma. (Long story.) Many of
Dark is Life . sometimes I feel the end is near how unreal I feel yet no sorrow is maintained only peace not pain .
Book of Life . Once fairy tales are exposed, There is no going back. What are we to do? Where is our mirror on the
I Seek . when I reach out I feel the pain of unknown truth . when I seek I sense the tear shed of kindred
I have been ‘out’ for a while, getting things back on track… succumbing to bed rest for days. But that is over. I’m back! To start
The Norseman I write love poems for one man, He has the blood of the Norse running through his veins. But today, no