In all these words, I wrote for years,. Each poem released, mixed pain and emotion,. I sort an answer, to worldly questions,. Alone and broken, my words, my story. I hid away, afraid to change,. Prepared for nothing, the future a danger,. High fears enfold me, sad times around me,. This city is broken, terror is now spoken.

A lifetime of artistic work created by Rick Soehn. These are my latest Wildlife feathers. My nabour across the street proudly displays of what his version of what a Christmas display should look like. Yes, they came back to share another lunch break. Sparrows, House Finch and whoever wishes to join them are welcome.