…and if I had never
heard your name
would the sound it makes
in corridors of memory-
brushing the walls
like velvet and fire-
hammering the soft middle of my heart
where hope lives-
leaving it bruised
Poems, Essays, Thinkiness
tasty morsels from home and abroad
A Collective of Poets in the Leelanau Peninsula of Michigan
Writer of children's literature, short stories and poetry
A vista to lay my open. In celebration of blessings from sacred spaces to unknown destinations...
..... Just ....... Haiku .....
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
The time of change
🐛 For Caterpillars Seeking The Butterfly Within 🦋
"Take only pictures, leave only footprints" -Unknown
It's time to get hella serious about writing!
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
A selfish poet
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Words are beautiful beyond meanings
Honest. Satirical. Observations.