Hammocking

Oxygen

Astral

I Miss Ya

Two Poems

You broke me Your back drinks in the moonlight as you rearrange my pieces Through the Wall It’s okay if you don’t have a language because I like the way you...

Ode to a Sunny Day in St. Petersburg

November means winter, dark and cold and ice, And it means clouds, behind which our light hides, But one day differed from all the colder rest; The...

The Game of Life

Look around you, not at yourself. If you haven’t noticed, you aren’t alone. Look around at the People, People who love, support People who inspire, challenge People who drain, hurt You. You are not Alone.  The...

Existing

Existing we are human beings we know how to love, hate cry, yell, smile, laugh work, sing, dance, play live we are human beings who have invented, created, supported, led, helped,...

Little Mystic – Poem by Iain Carlos ’20

To sit in a cave and hear sound begot of sound The gorgeous echo. A caterpillar Bursts out of its chrysalis Now a butterfly. I am a moonpointer I am a...