How do we know what’s truly in our minds? There are innumerable flickers of thoughts through our skull mush, Memories, intuitions, interpretations. Even we, who supposedly own ourselves, Cannot track, cannot contemplate every individual nerve ending and electronic pulse that shoots across our neurons. It…

This is a test. This is only a test. Had this been an actually poem, you would have been notified by rhythm and rhyme, near rhyme, alliteration, and rampant imagery. This test is brought to you by the comments of the many persons who still…

Well, here I am, getting ready to exacerbate my sleep deprivation even more! But hey, the writing will be worth it! This is gonna be fun 😀

Prayerful poet — Hopeful job applicant too. I have ideas that haven’t been tried Substitute teaching earns paycheck and moments worthy of writing down.   Fate tries to convince me, quit waiting for others, write those stories, write those poems, Submit! Be daring! spend that time on the keys! Write!  …

I am not a novice writer but I do consider myself an emerging poet who has been fortunate enough to have had 9 poems published within the last year. Going into this event I will feel blessed if I complete 12 poems. I will be…

Hi all ~ This is my study, where I won’t be writing. Instead, I’ll be joining you from Concepcion Abbey, in Concepcion, Missouri. This will be the 11th year I’ve been guest writer at a writing retreat there. It’s a lovely place, and the only cathedral…

Late at night in desert gloom, the storm breaks. There is no such thing as peace when Nature rains down her passionate kiss to this dry earth. The slithery serpent serpentines to his den, the scorpion clawing at raindrops, vacantly staring at the heavens with…

Greetings Earthlings Okay so I am an earthling. My names Dan.  Nice to meet all of you. I am from Texas but by no means conservative nor republican. I used to call myself Daniel from Chicago, because that’s my mother’s home town, and still do…

An aeolian enterprise; perse-tinged zephyr, the caliginous expanse of night’s tresses pester; coruscation in her eyes, sculpt each venial qafir to a penitent impasse; as softness of lips whisper, plot a subfusc surprise…..

some alchemy, in the silhouette and daguerreotype; caressed by caliginous contours of plumes, all negativity turns to light!