This is the third entry into Stanzas, a feature on the blog in which I share some of the poetry and lyrics I've written over the years, along with the stories of what inspired them. Wander "Oh, Francis, it's so good to see you," they said. "It's been such a long, long time. Come and sit with us here at the table And stay with us for a while." Francis sat down and told of his travels, Describing these places…
This is the second entry into a new addition to the blog, called Stanzas, in which I'll be sharing some of the poetry and lyrics I've written over the years, along with the stories of what inspired them. I Carry On I drive these same roads Back and forth every single day. I could close my eyes And still be able to find my way. I know the scent of coming rain And how the currents sway So why…
My first forays into creative writing were as an angsty teenager, when I discovered poetry and lyric writing as a valuable release for the pent up emotion, frustration and confusion that my fourteen-year-old self was muddling through. I’ve always been very private with the writing I did during those times, but recently reread some of those old pieces and thought they deserved to be shared. So I’ve decided to periodically post some here on the blog, under the Stanzas label,…