Sunday Morning

I can smell your coffee,
As morning light dapples your hair…

Good Morning, Starshine

The dawn sun cracks the horizon,
Whispers words to wake the world…

The Early Bird

It is a sad little song,
Warbled in the dawn…

Night

We speak ill of the night,
Equate it with the dark,
As lacking any light,
Devoid of any spark.

Sunrise

Forever it has been just dawn
The glowing horizon of promise
The faint hues that portend
The first ray of sunshine

The Wee Hours

It’s dark. The only light, the fluorescent glow of the screen. Like a campfire, it cannot reach past where I sit.

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Perception

A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author