The Poet's House

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  • Lover’s Abyss

    I was told as a young childYou can dream of anythingSo, I dreamed I was a blue horsemidnight blue with a touch of whitegracefully strongunafraid of the worldaccepting of the unknownbeautiful essenceassuring eyes. I was told as a studentYou can’t… Continue reading

  • River Rock Canada

    Light my soul on fireremind me why I’m herelet my lungs fill with the firethat sparks the fury of the midnight sunso those lost in the darknesscan find their way home. Let my words fall like river rockto the shores… Continue reading

  • Next To Heaven

    I can imaginethat clouds are reallyupside down icebergscrossing the skyand that Newfoundlandlays next to heaven. I can imaginethat the smell of wildflowerscome to usby passing shipson infinite horizonsthat our ancestors steer. I can wish on starsthat fall from the night… Continue reading

  • The Murmuration of Poets

    The murmuration of poetsis God’s pupil.The depth of knowledgeinfinite.In the darkness’ abyss we existonly to find ourselvesin God’s light. Continue reading

  • The Glass Ceiling

    You have to have the attitude of a brickin order to bring down the glass ceiling above you.The strength of a madmanand the willingness to fail. How easy it is to point out the failures of yesterday,and how difficult it… Continue reading