The Butcher’s Best Friend

Sweet scent of smoke hung like a greyish sheet,
There in the shop at the end of the street…

The Butcher’s Best Friend

Sweet scent of smoke hung like a greyish sheet,
There in the shop at the end of the street…

The Fisherman

He had watched his father work the seas his whole life and wanted nothing more than to be a great fisherman in kind.

The Butcher’s Best Friend

Sweet scent of smoke hung like a greyish sheet,
There in the shop at the end of the street…

The Fisherman

He had watched his father work the seas his whole life and wanted nothing more than to be a great fisherman in kind.

Creating Dreams

We tell our teens,
“For you there is no limit”,
For fear their dreams,
May somehow be diminished.

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.

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

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

saania2806.wordpress.com/

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!

Poetry collection

Work by Rain Alchemist

Paul's Poetry Playground

It's Time to Play...

yaskhan

Verba volant, scripta manent !