Where dreams may cross,without wavering between profit and loss. Friday, March 13, 2015. Had flashed as a whip. And stirred all my senses ablaze. But one little turn and gone -. I pondered on a fact. Depending on angles of sight. A footnote is greater than a tome. Monday, January 12, 2015. The city of love has fear in its air. And winter has bled dire red. Friday, December 26, 2014.

Welcome to Cape Ann MA, another little seaport town. Here, carol and her assistant, Artmuse Dog integrate creativity and the spirit through Photography, Haiku and a bit of Art as seen through the eyes of an artist soul Namaste. Through the Lens Week 58. The internet could be a very positive step towards education,. Organization and participation in a meaningful society.

Refuge for a ready pen. Wednesday, August 13, 2014. The Last Daisy of Summer. I think I saw you today. You fluttered near the cage. I had prepared for you. I briefly touched you,. And then the wind carried you. My old friend Happiness,. When I was young,. We walked side-by-side, you and I. We explored the seashore,. Noticed sparkling pebbles in the tide pools,. Painted my nails for the first time,. I just wish you would chase me.

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Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a Teacup. Tuesday, December 13, 2011. Our sweet Mama Mary, was not contrary,. In fact she was rather divine. She was teacher, mother, student, hugger;. A special friend of yours and mine. Her time on Earth was way too short;. Yet, in fact, it was longer though too;. For she was told twenty years ago,. Yet, with a whole lot of faith, she persevered;. A beautiful woman just got h.

Friday, August 29, 2014. All the prompts and exercises that led to this poem follow the poem. The sky a fulsome blush. Finished, the busyness of life as families flee home. Finished, for the nonce, all strife mentioned;. Now is the time for recharging, reclaiming. That of you that needs rescuing.

And those moments when your mind wants to jump back to a time left far behind. When your heart wants to feel a feeling not felt in ages. Those moments in the past with the most beautiful of smiles, the most velvety of voices and the most comforting of places. And as this constant ache they will live on. Saturday, 14 March 2015. A line or two! .

Small stones on the minutiae of life. Life as I see it. Friday, April 25, 2014. To the bloodied, muddied stages. Friday, March 29, 2013. Thursday, January 3, 2013. Wednesday, November 14, 2012. Wednesday, September 12, 2012. The eye of the cloud. The eye of the cloud. Friday, August 10, 2012.

Audrey Howitt Poetry, Alive and Well. The Morgue File by Agila. She burns her face in black. Bark, etching new stories. In the lines around her eyes. Of the green man now gone. As birds piston in acrid air. Only roots remember his name. Thin bones, wrapped in white hair. Long fingers spread shoots,. Green with spring thrum,.