Under the moon
when the coyotes cry
all the town’s children go whistling by
riding like lightning down Gulliver Lane,
hooting and howling—
a pedaling train.
NaPoWriMo Day 13
Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
All students need a safe and caring school environment
Stuff That Needs To Be Said
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poetry by nicolas ryan brown.
Writing for Wholeness
Waiting on Words
A Feminist Literary Collective (& outlaw poets swearing)
Novelist & Music Producer
"What a strange bundle of consistent inconsistencies we all are." Mary Ronan
The weather and the light are just different out here...and sometimes you have to find the words for things.
My poetry is my religion.
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
Be inspired...Be creative...Be peace...Be
a weekly flash fiction prompt inspired by google maps
Observations from the loose nut behind the wheel.
spiritual enlightenment and self improvement
In real life.....