the Periodic Writer

I stole all of the words, but the thoughts are original.


free verse


What if all we ever do is revert back to the way things used to be done?

One of These Things – A Poem

I wander the room a stranger, to that new candle, those new frameswith new faces - that are strangers to me.All but one, unfamiliar. All but one, a family. I walk down the steps I remember.

Innocent Until…

We are all unsuspecting victims of those with whom we surround ourselves. While we become forever changed, they walk freely at ease. But undoubtedly, we are the guilty party in another's transformative story.

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