Living listlessly all around
Poking and prodding
Finding fault lines
Sealing in the light
confessions are self-serving
Life somehow is chasing rainbows with a stranger; with that, you'll never be lonely.
With a Challenger-deep Sentiments
Words are beautiful beyond meanings
Novelist, Poet, Wordsmith
mother alien 👽
the literary asylum
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
Talk Books. Drink Coffee.
WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME
Poetry from an English Hart
Thoughts on Writing, Art, and Life
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Because poetry. And petals.