Greetings from the RedKnuckle Storyteller,you may find he;s ann odd kind of feller.
Though he'll do his best to write from the heart,and what you don't like you may always tear
apart.You see,this storyteller has lived an awful life.A life without family,children,a beautiful
wife.Now some may say my poetry expresses my pain,others say it's a release in anger I
gain.Personally I write about a society in grief,so many hurting with no sign of relief.I am so
proud of every man,woman,child from these hoods,for when it comes to unity and strive they
truly deliver the goods.With the streets getting younger every day,what's a careing man do
but kneel down and pray.These are our children out there,so who's in charge to step up and
care..It pains me, that i'm but a single voice heard.who's only given inspiration is sometimes
a single word.Now go find a drink and a comfortable chair.For we are about to embark on a
poetry journey where others would'nt dare.
Dedicated to all the missing Women in Vancouvers lower East end.
(MAY THEY NOT BE FORGOTTEN!) PEACE AND LOVE... T.R.K S