I miss her most on days like this: A Poem by Keith M. Survell
Category: personal
A Cold Iron Hand
A Cold Iron Hand – A Poem by Keith M. Survell.
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year everyone! Best wishes to everyone for a happy & prosperous (emphasis on the prosperous) 2004.
Moved!
My blog is finally hosted on starkeith.net…. fully, not just with a redirect. So, now we’re ad-free. Yippie!
Night Time
Once he got behind the steering wheel, and the music began to play, everything was different. His mind was clear… focused. His hand moved to the stick. His other hand gripped the wheel. The engine revved. He was the car. But like all good things, it had to end.