Asleep, Awake, or in Dreamland…
Nearly Asleep Heavy eyes as I lightly inhale The heavenly perfume of lavender Soft tendrils of rich vanilla smoke Swirling
Read moreNearly Asleep Heavy eyes as I lightly inhale The heavenly perfume of lavender Soft tendrils of rich vanilla smoke Swirling
Read moreIn pursuit of beauty … In pursuit of beauty’s flame,
Read moreThe chill of a hesitant sun rising, Dawn just
Read moreWar echoes in humanity, a hard culling, a
Read moreI have a ghost, no other way to explain it. A nice little grey-haired granny and her little Corgi dog
Read moreGames We Play Not without trepidation, I follow the paths of fools,
Read moreAnother Side of Autumn … “The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever.
Read moreShe leaves the room, and eyes turn, the air
Read moreBitter words lead to bitter moments, bitter endings, and unhappy memories…. The bitter taste still resides on my lips A pungent stinging, acidic,
Read moreShe epitomized beauty’s glorious renditions, Of finest silk her
Read moreExpression Creature comforts find pleasured rest, yet what gives life direction is expression, life shared, the outward flow
Read moreSeeds of what may come haunt my mind, not fear but
Read moreInsanity may be a perspective I adopt, for reason has fallen far short of my expectations, given that most of
Read moreAncient trees stretch their majestic branches skyward in anticipation of the coming rain. Proud maples, wiry elms, yews, oaks and
Read moreThe scent of bark does seed my acknowledgement
Read moreA State of Mind … All persuasions
Read morePhoto: Copyright by Bill Russo Three rumpled men walked on the side of the trail as bicycles and speedy
Read moreAn excerpt from my unfinished novel ‘The Secret Doctrine of Clouds’, the story of a young Indian girl born into
Read moreLight’s dismay … What more in light’s dismay can darkness encroach, its
Read moreElsie Rachet … Sun eclipsed the ragged stone monolith above, and light hesitantly edged its way into the glen. The
Read moreA writer’s soul … Tis a burden to be a writer, a soul betrayer expletive, a pen dipped in blood
Read moreHarry sat steadfast in his favorite armchair, looking determinedly out across the courtyard, his grey stubble chin jutting out like
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