Grandma’s Sugar Days

  I am a whirling in a yellow dress, outstretched on whimsy breeze, curious feet dangle in mahogany drawers, lost in big hats and shoes, dreaming of a tall lady with red lips and a confident arse. High notes flutter through my gold ribbed fabric, I am singing the wise lines and long leaping smiles. MyContinue reading “Grandma’s Sugar Days”

My Heart Pocket

I must say thank you  to the wonderful Jennifer Bullis for her inspiring tribute, created in response to a series of art work I did in which I posed the question ‘What Would Fall Out If The Heart Were A Pocket and We Were Each Turned Upside Down?’ Please pop over at her blog Poetry at theContinue reading “My Heart Pocket”

Silver Poetry

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Unfettered BS

it is all just bullshit anyway.....

MYMonkey MIND

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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Blossomine🌼

Scripting the desires that are soul deep

Finely Spun

material

cosmos reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

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Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between

TEXAS OUTLAW POET

JEFF CALLAWAY

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.