Writer and Artist
Stare too long and like an optical illusion
the diffracted light hums with intensity.
The edges of its diadem fray like candlelight.
They could not do it with their aureoles of gold leaf.
It had to be plasma spinning billions of kilometers
in as little time as it takes you to visit your parents.
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
