Words of Wednesday: Free Verse, Poetry and Other Creations.

​ There are no mountains today. They've been eaten alive by a shroud of noxious grey. It's times like this I feel deeply unsettled. Easily lost in both the geographic sense and the emotional. I often forget just how integral the mountains are to the alignment of my personal compass. They are my true north.  ​ … Continue reading Words of Wednesday: Free Verse, Poetry and Other Creations.