Still Waters

~~~ It is overwhelming. Thoughts and words whirl in my head desperate for release. Churning like the sea in a hurricane. No structure. No sense. No rhyme or reason. The pressure building till pen and paper burst the dam. A torrent of flimsy concepts, half thoughts, and unrefined prose spew across the page. Arrows and … Continue reading

Slippery Slope

My mind is slanted,
Any drop of idea,
Runs deftly to the edge…

Still Waters

~~~ It is overwhelming. Thoughts and words whirl in my head desperate for release. Churning like the sea in a hurricane. No structure. No sense. No rhyme or reason. The pressure building till pen and paper burst the dam. A torrent of flimsy concepts, half thoughts, and unrefined prose spew across the page. Arrows and … Continue reading

Slippery Slope

My mind is slanted,
Any drop of idea,
Runs deftly to the edge…

Still Waters

~~~ It is overwhelming. Thoughts and words whirl in my head desperate for release. Churning like the sea in a hurricane. No structure. No sense. No rhyme or reason. The pressure building till pen and paper burst the dam. A torrent of flimsy concepts, half thoughts, and unrefined prose spew across the page. Arrows and … Continue reading

Slippery Slope

My mind is slanted,
Any drop of idea,
Runs deftly to the edge…

Still Waters

It is overwhelming. Thoughts and words whirl in my head desperate for release. Churning like the sea in a hurricane. No structure. No sense. No rhyme or reason. The pressure building till pen and paper burst the dam. A torrent of flimsy concepts, half thoughts, and unrefined prose spew across the page. Arrows and notations … Continue reading

Poetry in Stereo

I did not have to flex my imagination to enter the world the writer evoked. I was given scene and sense in…

Got Muse?

If asked about the absence, I might be tempted to blame it on my muse. That whisper in my ear that triggers my thought process. That needling itch to put words to my thoughts. The tickling of abstraction yearning for clarity and enunciation.

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.

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.

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...