I miss her most on days like this: A Poem by Keith M. Survell
OMFG
I’ve been afraid before that America is rapidly decaying… but it seems as though it’s happening faster than I thought. Honestly, I’m not sure if I want to live here anymore. And that’s saying something.
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!