The eve of May Day • I remember the flowers, the singing Continue reading →
I did manage to keep up with a poem a day posted here (39 total as of last night) and my incredibly silly side project (that which makes me laugh at the ridiculousness of it all) and last night the count for miscellaneous haiku was a 63. Continue reading →
We sing of time pouring forth • our tales and yours. Continue reading →
how will we find our way • back to daylight • except through dreams. Continue reading →
Everything’s a tool. (I really wanted this last line to be Code is Poetry apologies to WordPress) Continue reading →
As to what I would like to be, it is difficult to say. An artist of some kind. If nothing else I shall always study the Arts.
