Moonbeams cannot break through the fog, so dense it blankets the surrounding firs, that damn concrete dock, and it’s uneven plane.  Hobbling I try and fail to reach the shelf holding my canteen. Oh well. Instead, coffee warms me in the hush before dawn breaks. 

Change to happiness expressed warmly Look Listen to every moment valuable

Hello all, I am Hafeezah a local poet in Charleston, SC. I am back for my second half marathon! Last year’s marathon encouraged me to write my first poetry book which will be published this Summer! A Divine Collection of Chaos will have 3 volumes…

A. Factual Background   Crystal T. Davis a 24 year-old woman on a search back in subsequent events   Victim of factual justification stolen: proceeds of the sale deposited photos a suspect officer   Discovered Her belief Sought the master keys To read question  …

There is a curve Through which I know I must pass There is no straight line ahead of me And I am lost without an absolute. I am so inauthentic Claiming to embrace chaos and the unknown That’s just one more lie On top of…

Alive dreams are blooming in my eyes becoming a glory. Intoxicated clouds gather, Chain sawing my heart. My innocent heart fears losing, Losing itself! How to face these complexities Where is that innocence Gone? The wind is playing the strings of my mind/heart. These colors…

THE SECRET TO BLISS   The great error in composition Was an aversion to all profitable labor. Not from the want of perseverance; For he would fish all day, Carry a fowling piece on his shoulders for hours. He would never refuse to assist a…

Grow Dearest, Your have one charge in this life, GROW Grow like fire Sometimes tame and sustained Other times voraciously clearing the land Always emanating light and seeking fuel Grow like water Sometimes permeating and nourishing Other times flooding and terrain reshaping Always gathering to…

I am a writer, and my currency is words. Some authors carry wallets, dictionaries, thesauruses readily at hand. I keep my words like loose change, jumbled in my pocket. My vocabulary pocket, I am loathe to say, does not do its job. A phrase gets…

See the way I have of growing? November. I find myself pausing before funerals. Prevent me stepping into the sea. This is a philosophical flourish nothing surprising. All men cherish the ocean.