Poets

  • Call Me Shakespeare

    Oh! Has this truth been truly seen! But a glimpse into a floating sea of strange reality, but a knowing truer than true can be! Who is Shakespeare? That terrible, desperate soul, falling, falling, landing evermore in the stories of… Continue reading

  • Searching

    How deep is the sea that clutches and drags me to the muddy floor, within? How many days will I tumble into the swell of inner life unspoken, unwanted, unkind? Shall I stand here, now, battered and smiling, beside this… Continue reading

  • Insomnia

    I lay in bed last night, at 4am, thinking of the tortured artist, thing. We feel so deeply, us creative folk, and therefore, we capture the world in its fullest expression. Which is beautiful. Really, ice-shatteringly beautiful. But we are… Continue reading

  • We Are The Poets

    We are the poets. The ones who listen to the bones of the earth. The ones who feel the wind, who know the wind, who are the wind. The bridge to the aching quiet. We build it and we travel… Continue reading

  • Some Days

    Some days, even the days that are kind, (and quite lovely) feel a deeper shade of aching life. And you’ll never know why, (at least, I never do) but you might hope (like me) that one day the ache will… Continue reading

  • Gypsy

    I see the world, and I know it has been named by those who came before me. Who have I become (or not become) because of what they have shown me? Voices claiming to guide are often sour to my… Continue reading

  • Sweet and Quiet

    The sweet and quiet of life is where my soul belongs. The essence of a strawberry. The taste of the softest kiss beneath a swaying tree. It is not all that I am, this sweet and quiet that calls me.… Continue reading

  • A Million Stars

    Fill me with your silver and I will shatter into a million stars of us. Continue reading

  • I Have Loved

    I have loved like the ocean windy and wild, where the birds of my heart fly free, and the whispers of my soul meet my lover softly. Gracefully. Passionately. I have loved like a sweet summers day, like a warm… Continue reading

  • Rainbow

    Is this a rainbow I see reaching through the collective heart of the dreamers? Wide eyes open, lovely dreamers. You were made to shine the most beautiful lights on the world. Continue reading