The Craft, a poem by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com
I threw a dictionary onto potter’s wheel,
And watched as the words turned…
But Paper and Ink
But, alas, the poet is not given such things,
Our words in short rows is all we can bring…
I threw a dictionary onto potter’s wheel,
And watched as the words turned…
But, alas, the poet is not given such things,
Our words in short rows is all we can bring…
Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air
Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again
Often Misunderstood
An Open Mic & Poetry Show
I speak my heart out.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
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It's Time to Play...
Verba volant, scripta manent !
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