I once believed that I would meet my end on a bleak afternoon in November a few weeks after my birthday. The sky would be pale gray, shimmering with the promise of rain, smelling like the ocean before a squall, like a fresh oyster nude … Continue reading Oysters and Eternity
the literary asylum
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
…where poems and drawings breathe
Life Through A Lens
the strange and dark and beautiful
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
Poetry for Finding Meaning in the Madness
Dedicated to everything recreation!
Pen to paper
The goal is to help make people’s lives easier
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
Floating thoughts, A place where my beautifully weird thoughts floating around in my mind are posted.
John Truelove 