pulling pins

  how are you. take care. have a nice day. safety pins squeezing  loose stitches together added precautions pinning dissolving seams failing  curling release from pattern confining liquid rust leaking caught in the weave of yesterdays cotton a table cloth bedsheet potato bag story pull it out one by one let it go  and justContinue reading “pulling pins”

Art and Emotions

  Does art trigger emotions in you? My body can react quite strongly both negatively and positively to a piece of art. And as an emotional intelligence educator and an artist I am very curious to understand this more deeply. I have created a space on my website to play with and research the wayContinue reading “Art and Emotions”


  take this acute experience let it bite let it sweep your starry walls and penetrate your knowing, feel the smart lift your brow, and s t r e t c h your M O U T H the choir has begun …….limestone is cold and discerning…….touch it this is an exceptional opportunity stay keen and original take the hit make theContinue reading “Limestone”

Sunlight Dreaming

  fading purple flowers lie softly plush stitching old old knees and infant fingers s t r e t c h i n g in jagged space to smooth incongruous cheeks like paper drawn with lines and finely etched madness in eyes too full of sunlight dreaming                Continue reading “Sunlight Dreaming”

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

In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.


Scripting the desires that are soul deep

Cosmos Reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

The Poetry Monarch.

Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between

Purple Haze

Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!

The Lonely Author

Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

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

SouL SpeakS

He started Writing, The paper started speaking...