Sitting on the Moon

Making snow angels in the dust,
That traces every moment touched…

Port of Call

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

Sitting on the Moon

Making snow angels in the dust,
That traces every moment touched…

Port of Call

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

Tend Your Sails

…Where thoughts lead fears,
And fears push actions,
And actions leave marks…

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…

Sitting on the Moon

Making snow angels in the dust,
That traces every moment touched…

Close Up

“All the world’s a stage”,
Yet acts not hard penned…

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.

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...