I was 9. Grandparent’s homestead My land of make-believe Jailhouse in a tree Time stood still. Once Upon a Time. ~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by an old Polaroid photo)
I was 9. Grandparent’s homestead My land of make-believe Jailhouse in a tree Time stood still. Once Upon a Time. ~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by an old Polaroid photo)
cozy cabin. snuggled in sheets of crystalline dew. wooded wonder. stiffened boughs of frosted grasp enclosing. secluded silence. beneath hushed respires of vapors exhalation. ~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by a daydream & a snowstorm)
~ ‘Dreams’ “Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.” ~ by poet Langston Hughes (1902…
Time to spice it up… Lips Lingering, Lips, Like mine. Lick Lightly. Lips, Like yours. Lusciously Lock, Loving. Listening ears, Lobes. Lightly Linger. Lounging. Lapping Liquors, Loosen up. Late night. Lakeside Lodge. Listen to Loons Lament. Lights, Lower… Low, errhhh.…
The long talk. My wife and I, and so many couples that I discover have had at the very beginning or soon into their relationship had come to each other and stay together; I have found, to have the legacy…
Laying on my back-side at the knoll of a grassy hilltop. The sunlight streams at lowly shadowing angles from just above my ever-so-old, slate roofed, clapboard homestead farmhouse that sits along the timber-railed fence. This fence was built by my…
I had many vivid dreams again last night. In particular; I had one dream where I was able to give my Grandfather a hug, and with this hug came one last good bye. He had died over 10 years ago.…