Ripples (Micropoetry)

A young boy lifts a rock and hurls it into the lake. Just to watch the ripples on the water's surface.  Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/water-drop-photo-220213/

Imperfections

So many imperfections cobbled together. Is it supposed to be a man? Or a work of modern art? Does it feel at odds with the world? Does it feel at all? Project your feelings on it. Personify it. Make it a deal and trade it a wish. It is ethereal. It is human. It is... Continue Reading →

My Top Poems of 2022

Hello Internet! I hope you are all doing well and staying healthy! I also hope that you had a wonderful Christmas and are continuing to enjoy the holiday season. I am currently on a break from writing anything new, but I want to take a moment to look back on the year by revisiting some... Continue Reading →

Wilderness

I'm lost without your wild heart leading me. Directionless and neglected. No North star leading me from the wilderness. A savage land where I cannot stake my claim. How could you just run and leave me abandoned? Just walking long abandoned paths. Overgrown bushes with their spiky thorns. Left me bleeding and disoriented.  If I start a fire and let the... Continue Reading →

The Hanged Man

I would rather stand before a jury of my peers. Than find myself standing before a mirror. Looking at my reflection. The image of a man already hanged. "Let the hanged man speak!" Shouts the rambunctious crowd. The words of a dead man. Are as valuable as the paper it is written on. Fate sealed... Continue Reading →

Fading 

Grab your attention. Grab your hand. Pay attention. Keep your eyes on me. Don't let out of your sight. I'm afraid I'll be nothing but a fleeting memory. I'm fading away. Unseen. If my presence doesn’t stick with you. Then I’ll vanish entirely. Header Photo Credit to Pexelshttps://www.pexels.com/photo/double-exposure-polaroid-photo-of-a-man-and-field-13752539/

Inheritance

What will we leave behind for our children? What do we demand from our sons and daughters? What deep scars are we making now? That cannot be reversed? Is this the better life we worked for? Is this the inheritance we wanted to pass on? Or are we just leaving behind war, strife, and division?... Continue Reading →

The Pumpkin King

An empty husk walking amongst the living. Followed by curious spirits and mischievous ghouls. Dark omens stay hidden in shadow. For the Pumpkin King has made their presence known. Large back birds gather on rooftops. Watching the makeshift parade of misfits and tricksters. They knock on doors, demanding sweet treats. Anyone who turns them away... Continue Reading →

Witch’s Brew

Eye of newt, seed of yellow. Make this position to heal a fellow. Or if you are trying to leave your mark. Try the tongue of dog, it has no bark. The wool of bat and blood red berries. Makes an elixir that can be quite scary. The adder’s tongue and blind-worm too. That is... Continue Reading →

Six Word Memoirs Part 12

Six Word Memoirs Part 11 Totally Exhausted. No Time To Write.  Celebrate Yourself. Even Small Victories Count.  Stand With Ukraine. Fight Against Tyranny.  Two Black Cats Bring Good Luck.  Focused On Empathy And Gradual Self-Improvements.  Defend Our Democracy. Vote. March. Fight.  Header Photo made with Canvahttps://www.canva.com/ Six Word Memoir Logohttps://www.sixwordmemoirs.com/

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