Writing

Solaria was beautiful. Shining. Bountiful. For those who were citizens. Reymi unfortunately was not a citizen. He was a child slave caught..

A child and her mother. **this was written back in 2011 when I was 14 years old**

For my daughter on her birthday a while back

If he died that night, then he died alone.

How it sometimes feels when when older people try to give you 'advice'.

A poem about fatherhood.

A poem I wrote from the depths of my heart

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In mourning I have become a bird as unsightly As grieving crows in barren trees

The difficulties of split custody

Time is short - until you make time.

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