I have been ruminating On the idea of personal pantheons The people that we relied on Who helped us When we didn’t have anything Who advised us When we entirely fucked up Who loved us When we were at our worst My first was an…

Why did I do I do this? Was it because I thought I could deliver some creative justice To a world that is hurting, its black and blue bruises starting to show through? What made me think my voice could change anything? What words could…

Waiting  Sitting on the dock, like a shelf over the night-stilled lake, sipping my canteen of coffee I wait  Waiting for the frogs to sing again Waiting for the damn fog to lift Waiting for the moonbeams to return Waiting, but for what?  In the…

As I writer I often dream. I am alone in a wood. My own personal retreat, to write, to decompress from city life, to get grounded. A log cabin on the lake is where I see me. A cabin surrounded by firs. In the early…

Moonbeams reflect off the water Like silver shards shining through the wispy fog. The coffee has grown cold but he still takes a swing from his canteen, feels the bitter liquid run down his throat. All of creation has been hushed. Nothing stirs amid the…

I AM I am the greatest of all times I am a rock, I am an island I am your father I am I said   I am Groot I am happy I am a teapot I am woman hear me roar   I am…

So many fantastic stretches rise before me full of bones and tattered bridges that break no one’s falls   I’ve asked sweet things of terrible people and had the nerve to play victim to their inevitable disinterest   We pity fools for playing their part…

moonbeams in my coffee soon the hush, will fall over the concrete jungle   And the damn fog will come rolling in upon the dock   pouring from an empty canteen she’ll set the finished works on the dusty shelf of fir   Amanda Potter©:…

On the day Mary was alone She tried to create her clone She worked with deep brown soil Slaving away in wasted toil ‘Cos Man was dust plus life force A special blend of blood and bone  

Poem 9 Peace By: Ashley L Powers   Solitude Stillness Alignment Lightness Frequencies freely flowing Enjoyment Laughter Reclaiming everything once stolen Completeness Fulfillment Positive vibes Connection Exiting the matrix Joyous moments Mindfulness All the things needed to take back…..   ….my inner peace ☮️