A Toolbox for the Job
A TOOLBOX FOR THE JOB I A man who wants perfection must have tools in toolbox for the job he
Read moreA TOOLBOX FOR THE JOB I A man who wants perfection must have tools in toolbox for the job he
Read moreWith the current state of the World and still lingering fear and uncertainty over COVID19, the question “How do I
Read morePen and Pencil The product is not interwoven with the vines In my skin, it’s deep and refined, with each
Read moreThey call me a ghostwriter, My words don’t have my name, Others get the credit, The plaudits and the
Read moreIn the Morning When I Create I. Mornings I Create Usually dark when my feet hit the cold
Read moreThe Leap of Faith … And the Pain of Writing Easy does it is a wonderful phrase. The problem is,
Read moreA Fountain of Shell and Stone I The Fountain A broken fountain dusty and unused for years from a
Read moreThe Rebels of Rhyme A writer writes to right the wrongs, A singer sings just to sing songs. I jot
Read moreRecently I found some old pages I had written 40 years ago. In truth none of it is very good.
Read moreA Morning Spent in My Room In My Room I lay my head upon Frida Kahlo upon her bosom I
Read moreFlying Hero Class I am a couch potato Watching sport and munching snacks, Oblivious to household chores, Sometimes it seems
Read more“Why do writers write?” you ask. They write because they must, Their pen is drawn towards the page, Or fingers
Read moreAvowed to stand alone, let not others taint my stand, in purity I seek to undermine the rhetoric of lies
Read moreWalking the road of life,
Read moreSun blessed this day, struggling to free from winter’s dismay, and as the season turns and sun proclaims its destiny,
Read morePoetry is Not Dead Yet Sit back and read your favourite poem, Somewhere comfy in your home. Just relax, don’t
Read moreIn this kingdom of my vast and eclectic mind, I sometimes stroll in aimless pensive kind, with thoughts so lost
Read moreWho reads this mind, its stumbling rhetoric, its deeply seated fettering of my truths, and unlike an inquiry my words
Read moreThis Pen This pen I hold within my hand Portrays the life I’ve lived, The trials and torments I’ve
Read moreOne more drop in an ocean, one more consideration explored, one more heart on a sleeve, one more emotion betrothed,
Read moreAutumn sways to the winds of ease and relent, as slow and sure winter’s intent is felt, but days are
Read moreJust another writer, just another voice, the world filled with voices, a cacophony of crying intolerance, yet no-one hears the
Read moreThe floor boards creak as someone walks the halls, a sharp but mournful sound, as Beast my cat snores behind
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