Poem.

The art of the moose.

All poets ,artists and creative workers ,need appreciation in order to procreate their work. So praise them my Triond friends and fans.

A poem about loss with an explanatory note of why it was written.

Color me Lovely with Candy coated painted Colors.

Love is an art. Art is love.

The meaning of the pen, quill, and pencil.

I don’t deal with frustration very well. I’m not sure how much more I can take.

This poem is written in a “conversational” style, these are my pure thoughts about the acceptance of a talented poet, Sheila B. Roark, to The Age Begins Books, and about two backstabbing childhood friends.

A writer’s struggle with himself over the loss of an idea.