A Lunar Broom
A rocket-sweep, a lunar broom! We’re hunting stars in a prism’s room, That’s filled with all our reflected lives, On astral plains where no one thrives, But everyone *does*, in…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
A rocket-sweep, a lunar broom! We’re hunting stars in a prism’s room, That’s filled with all our reflected lives, On astral plains where no one thrives, But everyone *does*, in…
Love beneath the liquid moon’s shadow, Dancing days drift along long walls, Casting images of life’s endless stretch From longitude to latitude, no reason to feel blue. The golden light…
Viennese spaceman living on a temporal time gondola looking down on planet earth, beam me up Scotty stop the world I want to get off. Take me to a candy…
In the realm of feels and fuzzy hugs, Where empathy’s a dance that sometimes shrugs, We ponder if kindness comes with a fee, Like a tip for the waiter, or…
The chemical imbalance in 1973 didn’t shake the world, but my brain sure thought it had a wild party! I searched for a fuse to fix what was broken, but…