I locked myself in a basement to get clean & sober

How isolation was the gateway to freedom

Dias

And it came to pass, to us in those days, it did, that Dias hid in the caves of the Great Island of Crete, amongst the twisted brambles and thistles…

Six Words that Fuel my Writing

And help me not only “get happy” but stay happier

Tempest Winds

A fair poem warning

Surfaced

The telling house poetry

Storyteller

Poem

Racing to follow the moon — less shadow play through the fields
There is no end to this. 
Those walks in…

Once

A simple man walks this earth understood
No parodical to play no time beside the road
Always expected and never late
At the end of the day there is…

Madness

A poem

Admiralty added to the room is no excuse for vintage hearts

Evening At a Beach

A poem🌊

The sky is shimmering with

Proper Dress

Dashing

If you go into the woods at night you’re in for a big surprise…