Port of Call

The island inks that paint our arms,
Our quiet strength and worldly charms…

Stealth or the Lack Thereof

We had been in the field for 12 days. We were unshaven, dirty, tired, and still dressed in our fatigues.

Rest

I told you everything would be okay,
And we both knew that was untrue…

My Life As A Male Stripper

I had to admit to her that I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I offered this silliness, but she assured me she was an expert.

Details

So, money in hand, I set off to fulfill my long-held dream.

The Yellow Towel

Frustrated and panged with urgency, Private Meadows devised an alternative.

Port of Call

The island inks that paint our arms,
Our quiet strength and worldly charms…

Rest

I told you everything would be okay,
And we both knew that was untrue…

Port of Call

The island inks that paint our arms,
Our quiet strength and worldly charms…

Young Men

Forged within that stringent heat,
A different man is willful raised…

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...