Winter’s Child
By coldness did you awaken, Your blood running hot against skin. Not a sound was in your voice as you looked around. A world of blurred vision, and chaotic sound. It was that day you began to live.
By coldness did you awaken, Your blood running hot against skin. Not a sound was in your voice as you looked around. A world of blurred vision, and chaotic sound. It was that day you began to live.
Former Adventurer turned full-time Dad moonlighting as an author
"The silence of the night awakens my soul"
Wise. Witchy. Wonderful.
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Children's book illustrator
Outdoor Photography Pioneer
wide awake when my head hits the pillow
Writing, Poetry, book reviews, interviews, music reviews, contests, art
Imagination leads to faraway places
Croning My Way Through Life
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
A Vision of Change
Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Book reviews.
May the Words Flow
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
Running, Writing, Real Life Experiences & Relatable Content.
Words and Pictures from the Middle East
…where words and drawings breathe
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual