A silent vestibule Filled with smells Faded flowers And wedding bells A yearbook with comments From once~teenaged strangers, Isolated warnings… Read more Reminiscing
A silent vestibule Filled with smells Faded flowers And wedding bells A yearbook with comments From once~teenaged strangers, Isolated warnings… Read more Reminiscing
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Art, Poetry, Spirituality & Whimsy
from Windsor, NY
Thoughts from the Heartland
An Empyrean Cycle
Discovering the power of words through Poetry and Philosophy♥️🔥
The other aspect
Breathing Catholic
the literary asylum
Experimenting With Creative Writing
The Tattletales of the Twister
Catholic Prophecy on the End Times
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
short writing prompts
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
