Tree of Knowledge Coven
My jasmine-scented backyard draws me to sit and rest like nothing else can.
It is evening – when the aromas are most powerful, and I am sitting in the gathering gloaming. 206 more words
3 days, 16 hours ago
Timmy the Scribbler
So a self says to a self-mate
far from the tone of an order
that simply crossing a border
might do the writer-body good.
What is dressed as a wall of steel… 47 more words
6 days, 18 hours ago
Grist for the Mill
1 week, 3 days ago
Hour to hour and day after day
on the lip of explosion I teeter.
From this perspective easterners contend
is a subjective center, it is safe… 65 more words
1 week, 5 days ago
Though I’ve written about Bempton Cliffs today the reality of my day was slightly less open air. With a couple of short bursts of visiting the front room of the shop I sat in a windowless room typing all day. 409 more words
I hope one day,
We find each other again
And laugh over
We might have caused.
3 weeks, 2 days ago
Eric M. Vogt: The Independent Poet
A weariness has smothered all,
The springtime wonder and the life
I’ve come to love, yet tragic fall
Has made, as hungry slice of knife… 87 more words
1 month ago