Grace @ Everyday Amazing a leaf falls into a bed of leaves bruised-black, yellow-starched, pressed wet on the city’s ground ...

Picture credit:   Colossal Before war is the war                       of words That burns our mind That changes our faces to bir...

The path of Lost Souls Photography:   Brooke Shaden in the dead of winter season you build a trail of paper boats beside the do...

Photography:   Joel Robison We are pawns in this political game moving to & fro, invisible faces spinning left & right, ...

October, Annual Sockeye Salmon Run, Adam's River, BC Canada  This river is our primal mother She beckons to us every year to...

Sun Photography by Alan Friedman Sun Star, you're the faithful one stirring our eyes to fire shaping seeds to ripe fruits. S...

I doodle on edge of the noodle.    A flower wears power then snitches on the boy. The boy walks on paper hat, itchy as a tart.    Whe...

If I were a word, I'll be always at the tip of your tongue Warm as ripe red plums On autumn season Or perhaps melting ice cube On ...

Painting by Brad Kunkle I am restless tonight while shadows are obsessed with shape of the lamp. The moon wears raven mask and com...

layer upon layer  pearls grow white-cancer boning every space left empty by sea, and you here, my words are granite ~0~0...