Blog

Poetry, Shane The Poet

Stolen

​I heard your voice the other day, It seemed lost somewhere among the cold; With the begging for you to stay, We became bitter and old I saw…

Read more
Poetry

Yawehtsti

It’s your love, walk through the door It’s hello, it’s goodbye, It’s every word we use to deny “But it’s never good enough, To break through the men…

Read more