Flecks of Varied Colors

[Poetry] Glass Whispers

Glass Whispers The sands of time, once spun so high, Have whispered down, a teardrop sigh. Like rushing streams, they met their end, In ocean's grasp, where moments bend. Each second felt a weary year, On paths of dusk, with hope unclear. My d…

[Blog] The Indigenous Lives

MARCH 12, 2021 PROMPT Imagine you had to create an art piece for a gallery or museum. What would you create?   The Indigenous Lives      When I was little, my interest was not really into scribbling words to create pieces of poetry but it's mor…