My poem, Spinning through the Astral Plane, has been published by Silver Birch press as a part of their “Me at 17 Poetry and Prose…
My poem, Spinning through the Astral Plane, has been published by Silver Birch press as a part of their “Me at 17 Poetry and Prose…
I drew him as he stood in the morning light on a stairway to statues crafted from the veins of David. Now I must go…
Today we were gifted a spring day in the midst of winter adrift in crunch brown leaves the haughty wind stilled momentarily as if Zephyrus…
Deep within a coven of trees you can find purple passion inside those wild plums the sweet meats of isolation and chaos Far away from…
The crows would gather in winter in the field across from her house as I pressed my nose to the chill of the glass door…
She shakes the sea from her hair in tiny, salty droplets rising up from the water after diving among anemones reef gazing swimming through a…
Let’s write a dim, pastoral scene at the edge of a cliff far from a city of swans then perhaps, relive the scene from its…