I AM Grateful For My Breath

    I breathe the coloured air cool like Autumn morning teaspoon in a cup.   A touching clear precision the dawn brings with it, a focus, an esteem of something new; like Womanness.   ‘Womanness,’ he said, just a word, a new word, or more… a strange word, a strange man, but real maybe…..Continue reading “I AM Grateful For My Breath”

Backyard In The Morning When Thinking About My Mum

  Blue dog has brown eyes Love is a fact.   Sneaky birds stand tall.   Blue dog sniffs the tree, scratches with her paw, then stretching she turns her attention to froth at the bottom of my cup.   SIGH   Clothes relax on the line   broken gun   just colour now and fluorescent lizardContinue reading “Backyard In The Morning When Thinking About My Mum”

Silver Poetry

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Unfettered BS

it is all just bullshit anyway.....


Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told

Post Scriptum Poets

Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything

InkBlots and IceBergs

musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry

This and That

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Scripting the desires that are soul deep

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cosmos reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

The Poetry Monarch.

Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between



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The Lonely Author

Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.