San Francisco    Just another wandering soul wondering what it means to be anything at all

The emotion that is too great to be named aptly, spoken coherently, explained lucidly, or shown vividly can only be hinted and implied with hopes ...

I do not consider myself a poet. Only a woman in love with life, with an appreciation for the simple things and words that paint ...

Between Midnight and 3am    Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in ...

On the edge of your taste    I write. You read. That’s how this works. [copyright]

Michigan    when people are free to do as they please; they usually imitate each other. "art is a lie that makes us realize the truth."

Cluj-Napoca    I like to laugh, preferably not alone; I'm a fanboy of joy and optimism. At the inevitable less than joyous times, I turn to the ...

Words must grow irrevocably tired after long time passing..

Born 1962 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Éire    aka “Ormond” is an Irish Poet, widely published in numerous magazines anthologies and journals. An INFP, he’s also a guitarist, singer and songwriter. All poems ...

Kerala, India    Poetry to me is self exploration that reveals submerged landscapes, otherwise one is unaware of.I love to read fiction and poetry.As a daily news journalist ...