Mornning awareness empty dark thought beyond unexpected furniture laughing

Fabulous, curious adventures Remember the way he made us feel? Like a friend. Gentle, soft-spoken, honest, kind The world be a better place! Shared stories, serving The good neighbor Human kindness, The single most important thing What he cared about more than any of that is…

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. 

when the rain came the girl in the musical question would be mystically tinged personal wealth is currently humming along.

Those Choices Virginia Carraway Stark Beautiful Ascended A thousand times I died Promising to return I saw no reason not To keep away from the other side Because It seemed like giving up And I didn’t want to leave the stage -plus there was this…

Change to happiness expressed warmly Look Listen to every moment valuable

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  …

A lonely destiny Knew difference between right and wrong No moral grays in life The duty to tell the world   I used Good Omens for my erasure poem. I had fun but I wish the page I used had more words on it that…

Hush fog! You afternoon haze Descending that far mountain shelf. You hide fir trees from my sight! Damn sweating sun! Shall thee come near, oh night, With moonbeam in the darkest phase? I’d make some coffee for myself, Caffeine canteen of sweet delight, But that’s…

(Original poem) The Gift, by Ed Ringer, from Mature Living/June 2019: The ocean has a job to do, Pushing toward its goal. It moves at God’s direction To wash my mind and soul. The sand that sweeps between my toes, The roaring in my ears–…