...a day in the life...continue celebrating...
...continue celebrating life...
That’s literally what literature is, a bundle of words communicating knowledge through a variety of forms that can have a social, political, medical or spiritual role. And poetry is ver...
pathic pidity rain rain come again every day been a while since a gloomy dark s… dropped a bucket of cloud water in this ne…
all aboard train to the one life we long for peace paradise no fares no tickets four seasons earth scenic route
This poem is dedicated to all tho… *** Heal and Thrive ...embedded in our prayers a mirac… With the belief that all things
Heal and Thrive Far Beyond 2021 With the belief that all things must pass A never ending nightmare made a surreal life in all of us
Singular October Rare Blue Moon As the fall September faded and… Of the autumnal equinox heading so… A disc had risen uneventful
beyond the blue blissful horizon yes the solstices and equinoxes of life of nature Iike clockwork w… all through the ages of time repea… we welcome the ever changing const…
Of Dreams and Butterflies Vivir live with life thriving Like butterfly gossamers Flitting over sweet flowers Up and down they fly bouncing
apple tree garden a sliver space inside a tiny time skinnier than a billionth of a sec… a world vaguely a dot in the Van… under a starry night there a morta…
...thoughts during a lazy afternoon ride in DC Metro subway not too long ago... looking blankly at the dizzying Virginia scenery outside... meeting a friend not seen many moons ago.....
Tired totally tired. My brain, long ago half empty, is getting paralyzed and gaslighted with all the goings on in this island paradise earth that seems to be peacefully floating along t...
In Step Strawberry Moon Alpha days into the new year sasha… Freezing breaths snow blanketing t… The big sky layered with ashen mor…
the calming the specter dies hades’ tartarus stocked the ixions the tantaluses of paradise earth
Silence ...by Jess Gopez-guest poet... Some things unsaid Best they remain The silence blossoms
Bound By Honor And you said “yes I am in” And you ran the gauntlet Of hard wood paddles for starters With fires coming out of their end…