For when just one poem a day isn’t enough, the Scrolls provide this writer with an outlet – a place to scribble frantically, without deadline or provocation.
Feel free to unroll these maps of time and space and life whenever the mood strikes. At times, the verse of another’s road is our perfect blend of catharsis and entertainment.
Here’s hoping these poems help you establish your north.
A Troubadour's Compass 