To walk and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. …

particle, speck, fragment, scrap, crumb, grain, morsel, shred, dash, drop, pinch, soupçon, jot, iota, whit, atom, smattering, scintilla, hint, suggestion, tinge, a modicum of good …

To walk on the left, you must know right. ~~—————————————— “Poetry - but what is poetry. Many shaky answers have been given to this question. …

<> ?What good is to be a King when you cannot lead, what good is to be a shepard when the flock dying, what good …

when I login, my truths insist, all the rest is vanity; so you see the writing comes hard, but the knees promise with every step …

on a bus near you...    eye am a recording devicespecial filters of my own prejudice. eye live in various bus stops where punctuation of life moments need not be, are …

14/M/all my life, an islander.    woman takes you down to her place near the river; You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever And you …

how oft in life do we presume, take for granted grants so extra-ordinary that we forget to remember the extra and see only the ordinary. …

one of the Dakotas    “So come, my friends, be not afraid. We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear. Tho’ …

31/M/St. Louis    I'm a homunculus. A homunculus is a little human working the control panel in your head. I, too, have a homunculus (he, too, has a …

34/M/Florida   

F/east coast australia    (*please note all of the work i post here is the intellectual property of betterdays and affilliated names and is covered by copywright law.)

24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

120/M/nyc    is this a poem, a cri de coeur, a confession - or a poetpourri of history of a journey tween naissance and

with the aid of smoke, all clear, and this absurdity, strikes me as normal...