Plight of the Poet

Teddy found something in himself it would have been impossible not to find. It is as though what he became, what he would become, was...

The days, as of late, have been filling up more—all the while these words beckoning to me, tugging at my arm, begging me to pursue. Teddy...

i dream once more of pasts gone by through life to limb of futures to come the soft wind and a clearer mind make one last complete...