Amigos collect in groups and greet with shyness, Hugs and cheek kisses have gone way by us, Wanderlusting put on hold, To take the step would be too bold. Across a network comments creep and…
Simply put, it means so much, Say it slowly, with a whisper, gentle gratitude, soft on a cloud swimming gracefully by. Given not taken, expecting nothing on your breath. There has been a reason I…
I took myself back to the dream of life, stretched far, its fingers waving in the wind, loose and without direction. I have miles to tread. Un-perturbed this journey beckons. I took myself back to…
HARRY KILLBUCK (From ,Notes from the Edge, Copyright.@LaurenStaton) Creativity is energy hard to confine. When this happens and there is no positive outlet, it becomes corrupt. Creativity will manifest itself in other ways. Starting with…
There brings, on wave, an immortal sound, to walk on shells, some coral found. And in my hand I grasp at form, and I’m at one with ocean born. For not a whisper aimed at…
Here in my imaginative place, i hear birds bleating good wishes, friends share dishes, smiling of others good fortune. here we believe in ourselves and of others, caring mothers, and fathers at ease. religion or…
Spiderfly Poets from under the tree Sitting together all were there, draped in shadows from acacia branches. Africa is where they meet, where the afternoon sun wraps its comforting rays around all who ask their…
There are rocks in my river, dry and pitted, waiting for rain like old grandmothers waiting for the changing of seasons. Wiping their hands on faded aprons after peeling apples, bagging them and putting them…