Stand up and speak out, Stand up to what you believe, Sway not from the truth.

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though;  He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.      My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near …

Kindly said to us To be obedience Fine To see of your mistakes to be sinner free Even when you don’t think so but it is You’ll see You will be pleased And out of a situation or pain The storm will pass over Thanking…

The wetness…      …In my house           Makes me cringe…                (where is that puppy?) 

(Note Brett Dyer and I are writing in tandem, replying to each other) Feeding His Ego (Valkyrie) ‘You feed from me within my dreams, Notions of a Wallachian Count penetrating, Moving on to more malevolent themes, A thirst derived from fangs exsanguinating.’ Your lusty eyes…

Standing still in woods alone, long limbs shake and ears prick hearing hoofbeats just beyond the woods. A partial alarm is waiting Heart pounding and quietly quaking watching the man admiring the snow. I turn and sprint to life, fleeting like wind, dark against black,…

Verdant canopies Whisper in the gentle breeze With sunlight dancing

Miles to go before I sleep. Whispers of words Poems sliding into consciousness I glide my fingers across the keyboard Allowing them free reign to do what they wish. My mind is jumbled With today’s news Tomorrows promise But today I am poetry A sing…

Watermark    HOUR ONE       Mary Pecaut   The weight of all matter matters more the longer you wait   Body immersed     wrinkles emerge  sebum washes thin   water  penetrates papered skin   Watermarks mark origin to dissuade imitation a value…

The rain splashed against eyes closed relishing the joy and warmth of the first Summer shower   A blast of frigid air wrapped my body within its steely grasp pulling me away   Upon a mound of frozen snow on the first day of the…