Walk With Me
written by: James Bell
@bel_avocat
A ways along the beach, a head wind whips up fine sand amid effortlessly high waves;
Moving slowly p...
Muse
written by: Carson Pytell
When Caedmonic catalysts but short walks bequeath
and splendor is found in just the sound of some leaves,
and inureme...
Red Honda Bike
written by: Ger White
Allowed to sit in behind him on his Red Honda bike
Now that was great trust and it sure felt like it
A terrier ...
Suicide Sprinting
written by: Mickey Mason
depression is the wind blowing out your flame, every time you go to spark it lit--to the point you no longe...
Wild Horses
written by: Edward Donnelly
@odetoapoet
Humans are often inured by people who chase the saints who see no light. Some, though, are inured...
Oh, Maple Leaf… Oh, Lives to Leave
written by: Tamar Gvelesiani
@Tako165
Dedicated to our dearest lecturer, art historian, Mrs Maia Tsitsishvili
&nb...
Through The Mist
written by: Wolfgang H.
up the rocky road against gusts of head winds
thick mist clouding the eyes
wasn't it for the cold it might ...
