Vintage Work Project

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be adding poetry to this site that I wrote before I was brave enough to call myself a poet. Some poems may even come with basic doodles and illustrations. It has taken me a while to find my poet voice but it has been an overall fun experience. I like looking back to see how my work has evolve. This poem seemed like a fitting introduction to this project:

The vines of life

always cross

but never do they seem

to get lost

one way and

then the other

never stopping

or losing their direction

but always seeking,

going

until

they

find

their place

P.E.A.C.E

Peace, P.E.A.C.E how do we spell peace? How do we say peace? when we have never known it when we know more about war, war with ourselves, war with each other, war with those who we have never known…

Source: P.E.A.C.E