Living Well Magic
When I first met Brax and Idal they were living
a fairy tale marriage.
They had a big country house, three cars and… 555 more words
1 day, 4 hours ago
A poem “is a humming, a keening, a laughing a sighing at down, a wild soft laughter”1
It is all these things and beyond others… 190 more words
1 week, 1 day ago
Recently on a trip to my favorite library, I saw a plant—gorgeous, translucent pale apricot-amber—growing alongside a tree. Not being very knowledgeable about nature stuff, I tried to “google” it and got nowhere. 373 more words
2 weeks, 5 days ago
If it could, my shaddow would dance away.
As my crumbling self would succumb under the weight of my thoughts.
We sing our sighs in chorus. 140 more words
4 weeks, 1 day ago
Here is where we meet again. Where dead poets conjure and the living visit while they sleep.
Here is from where my fingers tell tales ,as they nibble my keyboard and the scrubbling papers… 267 more words
1 month ago
Sometimes I wonder why readers only “Like”, and don’t leave a word or 2 about what they liked about my post… But I think the answer has come to me— 294 more words
The contrary is also true.
I cannot stress enough how difficult this is when the sick part in question is actually the mind. How can I gather all my positivity and strength when I’ve lost it all already? 350 more words