Writer and Artist
You were all about on the bare ground
parsing litter from a naked, spidery tupelo
in the last cold light of day in the backyard.
I’d forgotten or was too lazy that morning
to spread any seed, so maybe you came back
after a long day’s searching to make one last go of it.
Peppy, Pretty, Posh, Prose, and Poetry
Words Thoughts
Inspired by life, death and everything inbetween
Poems with emphasis on musicality
Poetry, free verse, haiku, senryu, photography, books, art, philosophy , nature, literature.
learning to love the whirlwind that is my life
ΕΥΔΟΞΑ ΑΓΝΩΣΤΑ ΚΑΤΑΓΕΛΑΣΤΑ
Where writers gather
A lover
Resisting the Misanthropic Dicta of the Degenerate Cultural Elite
