Watching, talking, walking climatic wards thus forming star screams on paper, trailing undulating: silent witnesses, a pair of things large and small, with care ruminates…
1 CommentWatching, talking, walking climatic wards thus forming star screams on paper, trailing undulating: silent witnesses, a pair of things large and small, with care ruminates…
1 CommentThey say a storm is coming It’s going to hit us soon Coming from the north they say By Friday afternoon Those big bad weather…
3 Commentsbehind each poem behind each rhyme is more than a story more than a parody under each layer of verse there is a beating heart…
4 CommentsI stand my ground, both day and night, Within this field of grain. My job, to scare the birds away; With little thanks and zero…
4 CommentsThere’s only one swimmer in the lap lane, who I know isn’t going to drown. The pool is only four feet deep, and he seems…
2 CommentsWhere are you, my friend? I haven’t heard from you for a while I sit alone every night Scrolling on my iPhone Wondering if you…
1 CommentAll this wanting and needing, crackling a burning that neither reeks or scorches and a sting that cannot be touched nor can its…
2 CommentsUnsure I can trust anyone, anything even myself my impulsivity is there, always, I can hold precious little in I am different in ways from…
Leave a CommentWhen will I forget this day? How long will this pain persist? I don’t know the future But it looks awful to me Without yr…
1 Comment(Please read with music) . Eyes take in the cosmic beauty of a perfect time just before dawn. All around a warding presence a divine…
1 CommentMy dog was curled upon my thighs The warmth reminded me of the coffee I made I wanted to sleep, but I was too wake…
1 Comment( please read with the music, thank you.) *🧚🏻♀️ The magic of earth resides in these souls of unmatched beauty a beauty that comes…
1 CommentI want to be a poet laurate Not for the Untied States And I don’t think I could be for Canada I want to read…
1 Comment1 No TITLE Its beauty in whiteness a scripture from cold leaves its heartbeat of oneness within the season of snows. Its purity…
1 CommentI don’t know who I am Or, what I am My skin crawls at the thought of an identity And oceans cry when I try…
Leave a CommentToo quick to gather tumbleweed musings elegiac wanderings time is late it would seem perhaps in some other moment’s clime shall usher more suited pronouncements…
1 CommentWhen you kissed my tears You knew I was having a bad day Looking for this item that I lost My blood pressure rose But…
Leave a CommentMusic is food of the soul, they said. It is, indeed, the medicine of hearts that shattered. Lies. Her musicprints are still seen, her cassettes…
2 Commentscandle in the window for the son of a widow now left orphaned, save for a bejewelled crown whose issue once secured now stands…
1 CommentPrecious are the times I hug you And carry you down to the floor So, you can eat or drink You’re fluffy with lamb-like fur…
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