Tribute To Tyler Trent – A New Year’s Inspiration
Tyler Trent died from a rare form of bone cancer on New Year’s Day, 2019. He was 20 years young.
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
Tyler Trent died from a rare form of bone cancer on New Year’s Day, 2019. He was 20 years young.
Read moreRestless thoughts and memories, running through my mind. I long to drift back through time, to days when you were
Read moreDNA and family lore … From the fields of barley and potato famine came the stranger but who really was
Read moreBeyond the Concrete I. My Front Porch The tree intertwines parts of itself fixed in braid from soft soil to
Read moreMy Morning Drive From 1. Mahon In this morning grey I will not stay long. For every winter day I
Read moreMemories haunt me … I remember being swayed by the ocean, Reliving all the sights and sounds The water lapping
Read moreDeep within the recesses of my realm of possibilities There’s a place where neither stylus nor parchment doth travel A
Read moreGolden Days of Warmth Gone … Gone are the golden days of warmth, when Sol had shown upon my path,
Read moreTheir love was special, made more so by all that they shared, as time flew by – along with the
Read moreInterruptions Brushstrokes broken Subtle lapse in coloration Spaces resting in between Blemished beauties on canvas Perfect curves Drawn in the
Read moreWho decides how you feel today? A simple question for some, while a complicated conundrum for most everyone else… As
Read moreThe killing fields … Now you ride long into the night seeking the man his skin the color of ivory
Read moreMountain Born Being mountain born in the days before modern man were always difficult and more often than not were
Read moreThis Winter’s Night I sit here
Read moreA Dream of “The Valley of The Antelope” I The Garden I brought tomatoes in from the back porch
Read moreAn interlude of silence Where contemplation appears… Becomes evident and nearly substantive While recognition remains tepid Time held in
Read more“Why do writers write?” you ask. They write because they must, Their pen is drawn towards the page, Or fingers
Read moreLove is as warm as the sun, as bright as a summer’s day. It possesses the heart and makes it
Read moreA chronicle of solitude … There are those of us who suffer the curse of solitude to extremes as others
Read moreWe who write poetry and stories here know all too well how we have been received by readers and other writers whether here or in other places.
Read moreThe turning of the terms Words evolving The past erased or so believed Does meaning becomes meaningless? And the answer
Read moreNever shall I forget the kindness of souls, the interest and connection to this life’s purpose, and in them rests
Read moreCan I be my aspired best, what in dreams I hope to become, when all is done, my struggle won,
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