Not Elevated, Somehow Saved

Once I stood, years ago, at the top of the Toronto CN Tower, where they installed a glass floor, just … Continue reading Not Elevated, Somehow Saved

Prose Poem – Anne Frank’s sapling lives here too!

What happens when you prose poem the street you live on? Dunno about you, but my mind goes all over the place! Continue reading Prose Poem – Anne Frank’s sapling lives here too!