by Bill Roushey | Apr 16, 2018 | Poetry, Uncategorized
Cold and dark surroundings have preserved me in the earth. A predetermined message urges, “rise up from the dirt.” Should I exercise caution as I push my way into the unknown? No, I must not doubt my purpose for my beauty must be shown. There are those who...
by Bill Roushey | Dec 20, 2015 | A word, Poetry, Short and sweet