in the garden of Eden    sundial, of stone and bronze, wasting, weathered green, measurer of time in years; doomed to erode; and YET, the iris comes but for days, yet …

“these words are my own, their conjunction is a junction to you, and a holy constitution for me.” W.S. “Dance me through the curtains that …

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’ …

22/F    Texas for sure, a girl, a woman, a mystery, a buzzard and an eagle

where we are    little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their …

San Fransisco   

F/tropical island    Splashes of expression to bring the depth of this moment into life. All copyrighted poems Shamamama

56/M/Clear Lake    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN63fddvsTI My book, Seedy Town Blues is on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Seedy-Town-Blues-Thomas-Case-ebook/dp/B0CJLPMC8N?ref_=ast_author_mpb

21/M    Poet of dark and lover of light. // Insta: @theguywiththenotepad

M/North Western Oregon    World traveler, Yarn Spinner, Published writer, Front porch philosopher, back porch dreamer. Gentleman Farmer, Devoted Father and Grandfather. Lover of Nature. Proud to have been …

ever critical, always of yourself, always first and foremost: "Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And …

36/M/from ‘round, outback    right here waiting for you

M/Ant-hard-ica    she inquires why I write so many poems, easy comes reply: It gives me a fantastic living, it makes and gives, each poem, a calculation, …

M/nyc    these days breathe through words, molecules of vowels, stem cells of consonants, the fabric, the tissues of life, veins are a dictionary of corpuscles, red …

New Caledonia    write less, write better, learn from you...

tween the heart and NYC    only love poems and other complaints; “teach me where the apostrophe goes, the comma and why the question mark is curved and dotted like my …

F/Land of Queens!    I am exactly what you want to believe I am, not...(the goth or the ick in Gothic). My poetry only emerges when yours is sleeping. …