The American Nomad

I hear the train whistle blowing,
Steel wheels sing clickety-clack…

Port of Call

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

The American Nomad

I hear the train whistle blowing,
Steel wheels sing clickety-clack…

Where Are We Going?

Hard to sleep the night before.
Always harder, not knowing.
With the rising sun we’ll leave,
I wonder where we’re going.

Port of Call

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

Not Far from the Tree – Short Story

One of these advantages was access to fireworks from states in the south that were banned for use in Pennsylvania.

The American Nomad

I hear the train whistle blowing,
Steel wheels sing clickety-clack…

A Gifted World

The pens of writers that came before,
The lives that did not look like mine…

World on a Shelf

There, in long orderly rows,
The entire world lain bare…

Port of Call

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

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 !