A poem about dealing with creative burnout

Wheelchairs cruising along dim hallways,the heels of white-cloaked saintsclicking with each deliberate step,carrying trays of food and medicine. A wailing newborn cry echoes among ...

I see cosmic typhoons and tycoons wandering under the purple moon near the edges of a blue lagoon playing their loud double bassoons  I feel like a ...

The wind moves calmly Her voice carries tales from far Her touch, so gentle

Tis early, on a dank and foggy mornAll the groans of lovers sound inside outAnd their bed lights shine on the icy lawnEven the ...

What makes a life worth celebrating?

I know the patterns that gracefully line the ceiling. I know the number of rectangles that align so perfectly. Because, while I lay in ...

How sweet to taste of Accidental blackberries From vines brought by birds!

I stepped into the fringe of winterwhere ancient deciduous treeslooked prosaic and timewornwithout their tessellated leaves however, between the bare boughsthe birds continued to ...

Will you open the door of empathy?