Date Range
Date Range
Date Range
Tuesday, December 25, 2012. Just this once death bites its tongue. Death has the last word christmas day. Sunday, December 23, 2012. Then I want to fall. Sunday, December 2, 2012. I leave the cemetery gate. WELCOME TO DREAMS WANDER ON.
Monday, April 9, 2018. I used to wish my. Now I realize that living. Thursday, April 5, 2018. It was another good date. We went back to his place. It was a good time. Until things went too far. It was no longer a good date. He pulled my legs apart.
Celebrations are feeling the cold but they say that pubs are full. In this house, all is well and looking bright. There is a new shamrock in our midst. So great to see the blooms after losing two shamrocks this winter. On this lucky green day, after writing over 500 posts, I am finishing up my PM Poet Writer. Is a shamrock a clover? Monday, March 17, 2014.
A Quiet, Little Gathering Place For Sharing The Art Of Verse. Thursday, January 20, 2011. You can find more poetry by William on our. Wednesday, January 12, 2011. The Ghost In The Mirror. Through tear stained glass,.
It was all wired up and ready. To go, until it ran out of self. This poem is a scar. Too soon, swooned low. By a rising crimson sky. This poem has no sense. Of place, no where. Waiting for one last good. Circadian rhythm in b flat. Lie loose and cold and worn,. With the sky, and wonder.
Friday, August 5, 2011. SAME NAME - NEW LOOK, NEW ATTITUDE. In conjunction with these pages which will be run simultaneously until Sept 1st. All the old feature will move there, with added material and media to make for a more entertaining and comprehensive blog. I hope you will join me there. Thursday, August 4, 2011.
Sun Spilled Secrets an e-chapbook. Mindful Writing Challenge January 2014. A warm welcome to my site! Please feel free to read my poems, I hope your heart will find gladness in my words and that your mind will be set to motion pondering them. In both cases the muse will have her. A Handful of My Stones 2012.
More prose than poetry comes to roost here. When my muse runs amok, and the rhyme takes a break, the fables, stories, and yes, allegory take precedent. Wednesday, May 25, 2011. Quentin said there was this place. Do you know of it? The old codger wiped his hands in his haggard beard, a thoughtful swipe. He stared at me for a brief eternity, wondering if my question was an interrogation. What do you know of this. rapture? But what is this place then? Did I miss it? .
Alphabetic poetry, Creative writings, short stories, etc. Hi everyone, thanks for stopping by the blog. Come stay a while, make yourself at home! Sunday, July 8, 2012. Saturday, June 23, 2012. Another day scrapped with its demons. Having folded in upon themselves. In just the right places. Sighing, seeking for the open window.
About Across the Lake, Eerily. Catapulting on the springboard of today. This entry was posted on 17 May 2014, in micro poetry. Learned in woods, compliant in his words. The skill witnessed in one; the other. Missed, though blessed by the verses he wove. The final exhale came at his death. A mother long held ch.
Yo no quería arruinar la vida de candy, quería mejorar la mía. Paper Stacks, a collaboration by FiftyThree.
161;A leer me apunto! Viernes, 22 de noviembre de 2013. Jueves, 3 de octubre de 2013. 161;A la comba! Comba, comba,. La que gane, que se ponga,. La que pierda, que se vaya. La valla del corral,. El pollo sin pelar,. La niña le echa sal.
O amor pela leitura é algo que se aprende mas não se ensina. Da mesma forma que ninguém nos pode obrigar a enamorar-nos, ninguém nos pode obrigar a amar um livro. São coisas que ocorrem por razões misteriosas, mas estou convencido que há um livro que espera por cada um de nós. Domingo, 23 de febrero de 2014. Lunes, 2 de septiembre de 2013.