Month: August 2018

• My Conversation With Ireland Now Available!

  For a country the size of the state of Iowa, one month isn’t enough to even scratch the surface…

  August 23, 2018

  · Poetry

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  His Last Ride

  His last elevator ride. That’s what Mom said into Dad’s shirt, As he was raised just a few feet from the ground. His last journey needs strong legs and heart for the climb. I heard of purgatory in school, it’s where you wait for heaven, You make up for your misdeeds and sins against your…

  August 10, 2018

  · Poetry