Mishmash of Thoughts&Rhymes

Lonely in Wisconsin

Raining ice My insides Thawed Like the fish Of Mama Sol’ All I can ask is why This soul Standing At a corner While it rains Ice

Call Him Nimmo

“I will call him Nimmo… two ‘m’s’ no ‘h’.” “What does the name mean?” “It means nothing. He is nothing. He will be nothing.” The sadness danced around in her eyes and settled in her heart. “Do not speak that way. We all come from nothing but we have our…