This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;. Wednesday, July 27, 2011. One of the quintuplets nestled,. Friendship awaits at every crash. Waves across the water,. Shore-to-shore in a connection,. In an exchange of written wonder,.

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,.

Writing is to put words together. the measure of a good writer is in how well he can assemble these words to convey knowledge and thoughts in precise clarity. The Perfect Poet Award for Thursday Poets Rally Week 43. The Beacon of the Spirit. I Want To Be A Billionaire, So Friggin Bad. Subscribe to my Blog! Join 3 other followers.

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? .

The sometimes poetic ramblings of a berry in the wild. Words are shining, shimmering, skating by. Jumping between cars and dancing in side views. As i follow the bridge across my river. The sun streams across my shoulder,. Threatening to burn with her passion. As i chase and grab and cup,. Catching my thoughts like fireflies. I am barefoot on an august night,. Soft grass beneath emerging stars. Nothing makes sense as written,.