Same coin, different sides of the Charm City – A poem

“Am I not ….”

Words for Busta – A brief tome for you on your way home …

“… gravity of your goodness …”

My Poe Pilgrimage

I found myself burdened today. Bewildered with a heavy realization. That. To gain stature, one must eat, knowing that procuring nourishment is not an optional endeavor. There is always an open seat at the table of humility, but the shadows of haughtiness and ego are prone to obscuring our line of sight. Today was aContinue reading “My Poe Pilgrimage”