Witches and wizards filled my head With sparks, newts, and rat tails I just wanted my own magic A powerful wand and stable broom A dark cauldron and pointed hat But sparks and wands are just in stories So wand became pen and ink my…

how unusual for me to start late but here I am a Nobody like You-Know-Who mired and loving the lowly Bog

magic-less ___________ cold dream… seemed he looked right through me smile awhile… inside the moon never think forever summer to fall… too soon to lose a spell of love but try (A Found Poem from Heart’s ‘Magic Man’)

” The Copper Dragon” by Mandy Austin Cook it blinked a quick blink with an otherwise steady gaze and a surprisingly flat part to its angeldy head wound around itself like a glistening ball of glowing copper scales gleaming in the sunlight. its forked tongue…

It was simply magic The day I fell in love; My days were long, and I had lost All hope that love would come.   But just like that, he came– Out of nowhere, walking Into the life I’d walked alone– I heard the magic…

what intentions we are weaving whispered prayers on trembling lip   searching for signs fencing hummingbirds before the solstice sunrise   lying, body upon the sand rumbling vibrations, waves clearing, grounding the soul   questions posed with no answers worries cleared, like tide swept sand…

They slip into the ground, buried there alive— Burrow down to death— You’ll find; magic Seeds that strive.   Dainty roses, small pigweeds, giant redwood trees, bundled up in teensy shells; born to thrive, are these.   Thoughts are magic seeds; buried in the mind….

It was a long time ago we flipped a coin as a joke and have been separated since You flew off through accelerated space and time where no-one had gone before I stayed living a tried and true life with only occasional hiccups I think…

Fourth Hour I Saw the Magic in Suffering         Prompt#4 The longer I suffered I saw a light illuminate and pain became an old friend. It did not end. I struggled through wondering what could anybody gain from ruthless and persistent pain?…

A Muse of Childhood *Nestled in Downtown Kansas City, Arthur Kraft’s mosaic greeted all who visited the old library. The mosaic still remains even though this children’s library has long since closed. It continues to inspire many who loved it when growing up. I know,…