My Beastly Companion
He sits upon my bed like a prince, his legs so perfectly placed in grace, one paw over the other.
Read moreHe sits upon my bed like a prince, his legs so perfectly placed in grace, one paw over the other.
Read moreAvowed to stand alone, let not others taint my stand, in purity I seek to undermine the rhetoric of lies
Read moreThe writer’s intention is always to captivate his reader, hold their attention so they cannot put the book down until
Read moreInquiring minds look into vast infinite space and wonder, what lay beyond sight, the very limitations of perception, and in
Read moreWriting is an art of formidable depth and nuance, the more experienced the writer, the more complex and multidimensional the
Read moreDo I truly see you, who you are inside, or are you hiding for fear of losing that disguise, and
Read moreFrom a single vantage point we see the world, a soul in transformation, a life in transit, and amid the
Read moreDreams carry me beyond the stars, other realms and avatars to be, and memories like birds in flight circle my
Read moreLife is but a corridor of successive doorways, each to a lifetime of purposeful experience, each leading to a planned
Read moreInspired by Paul Neglia’s work ‘Blanked Over’ There is honor in being creative, and as it is a reflection of
Read moreFor Poetry Month… Poetry is thoughts etched in clay, then carved tenderly in beauty, until it reaches out and touches
Read moreThe heart sways with emotion, the mind transfixed, melodies flow like raging rivers into the dark corners of my soul,
Read moreWho goes there, in this my darkened chamber where shadows trace the walls in slender angled affront, and an opened
Read moreWhat was once deemed esoteric is now science, and exploring the universe brings us back to exploring ourselves, for answers
Read moreBoth beauty and darkness are within us, and it is our choice as to how we relate and express our
Read moreChange is in the wind, not just the usual movement of life, for learning and change is our daily nourishment.
Read moreIs it me or is it you, I can’t speak or you can’t hear the truth, and never the twain
Read moreThe quintessential truth is apparent, the delusions without measure, and the fears that bind us to past and failure, just
Read moreWe poets have a platform, one to express all manner of thought. Often it may just be imagery, expressions of
Read moreWhat gives solace, a way to see through all our petty concerns, is life itself: each bloom, leaf, tree, insect
Read moreNot Islands but Connection… Be as it may the ragged paths of wanton souls, bereft of direction, immersed in their
Read morePerhaps your jest an ephemeral mark, a spark of wit to test a dark moment, awkward as the stuttering passed
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