There is an energy to inspiration. I had it this past summer when I wrote…
Tag: poem
The funny looking little man in the pointed hat sat on the bench. Nobody paid…
Life isn’t about winning. No, my friend, it’s about losing time and time again. Doing…
Side dish or dessert,it all depends on ifyou put it on a plateor in a…
I remember the wild bird store,the model train store.What happened to the wild bird store,the…
Screaming children are the soundtrack to my day. Serenading with unending songs of innocent needs.…
There was a timewhen life wasall upward trajectory.When the future was a clear destination.Now I…
The moment was over as joyous crowds were reintroduced to stark reality by the death…
David Huzzard Writes 