Posts Tagged: Creative Writing

Drawing My Portrait

In this life there are mystical creatures that walk across the path of your life and give you insights on who you are, what you mean and doing so with positions of honesty or a fictitious nature. Either way the

Drawing My Portrait

In this life there are mystical creatures that walk across the path of your life and give you insights on who you are, what you mean and doing so with positions of honesty or a fictitious nature. Either way the

Islands

October sometime, 2019 My dearest Lover, I miss the mountains. I miss the cool breeze that sways in between the trees. The tree’s hymns are together along with the wind. I miss sitting next to a stream as the chill

Islands

October sometime, 2019 My dearest Lover, I miss the mountains. I miss the cool breeze that sways in between the trees. The tree’s hymns are together along with the wind. I miss sitting next to a stream as the chill

Simplicity

Charles Bukowski once said, “The less I needed the better I felt.” In 2011 I sold most of what I owned, gave away more of it, and dumped away the rest. I didn’t know I was going to be here

Simplicity

Charles Bukowski once said, “The less I needed the better I felt.” In 2011 I sold most of what I owned, gave away more of it, and dumped away the rest. I didn’t know I was going to be here

Dear Tomorrow

Today Dear Tomorrow, I wanted to write you.  I know you’re just around the corner from where I am, but do you think you could hold off for just a small while until we get together?  Currently I am dreaming

Dear Tomorrow

Today Dear Tomorrow, I wanted to write you.  I know you’re just around the corner from where I am, but do you think you could hold off for just a small while until we get together?  Currently I am dreaming

A King Who Was No Junior, Who They Called Martin Luther (SPECIAL POST)

April Forth, Nineteen Sixty Eight, but we’ll get back to that. A personal question, have you watched something precede that wasn’t, ultimately, in your control? It really doesn’t matter who you are. I could name various identifying marks making up

A King Who Was No Junior, Who They Called Martin Luther (SPECIAL POST)

April Forth, Nineteen Sixty Eight, but we’ll get back to that. A personal question, have you watched something precede that wasn’t, ultimately, in your control? It really doesn’t matter who you are. I could name various identifying marks making up