The temple bell stops -- but the sound keeps coming out of the flowers. - Bashō (translated by Robert Bly) Writer John Mahoney lives in …

Born 1962 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

I'm Sinead. I'm pretty much the poster-child for minorities. I'm a self-indulgent, pill-poppin', affection-hungry, attention-craving, anxiety-stricken, self-destrucive, obsessive-compulsive, touchy-feely, hopeless romantic. I'm like a little …

I started to write poetry in high school as a form of journalling and it took off from there. It is still mostly biographical in …

She said: "You're the most expressive person I've ever met." And I think I can live with that.

Slightly (?) obsessional. Not a day goes by without writing something - anything! I am the proud owner of a vivid imagination.

I like writing, in general. It's something I enjoy doing, and I only ever hope that I can put my love of writing enough into …

NY / PH    http://agdp.tumblr.com/

Just an old Hippie ...writing to keep my heart young..

A girl trying to explore every possible crease, crevice, cranny, and nook of her soul Welcome to this crevice

"I am a man" as Caine would say in the Taoist TV series Kung Fu. A man that now seeks to enjoy his existence, no …

54/M/England    I do not consider myself a writer ...I just like writing

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

I am a writer/poet. I own business WORDS UNLIMITED@1992/ serving writers and artists in editorial capacity. In Yakima WA. USA My AKA is Kitty Starwizard. …

...and who i screamin' for anyway?...there's nobody about to hear my pathetic cortellings. and i doesn't zactly groove on auto-screamin' either... of course, it do …

Expressing - Growing - Flowing

I've always wanted to witness the Aurora.

England    Read Bukowski! wotiwrote.weebly.com

29/M    hello poetry, enlighten me.

I literally say whatever's on my mind. i have no filter. poetry happens when i organize my thoughts. Some of my words are on clothes, …

Cornwall, England    All that is gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost The old that is strong does not wither Deep roots are …