a banging head
could be worse
she could be dead
she fell down
gets any lusher
will need an usher
graphic verse for grown-ups
bi-product poems of living.
Where Creativity and Imagination Creates Wonderful Ideas for Your Home!
Writing and drawing her way out of dyslexia...
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” ―Edgar Allan Poe
Northern Irish Poet based in Belfast - Focused mainly on Romantic Poetry.
lest I forget
Just another WordPress site
Non-factional opinion, fiction, poetry and occasional humour
way up in the troposphere
Everything and nothing in one place.
Every "fairytale" love story begins with a curse
The before, during and after stories, poems and photos of a homeless child.
Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
I write because I can. I can because I want to. I want to because you said I couldn't.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why. -Kurt Vonnegut
Freedom to Break the Silence
The path to me: past, present, future and imaginary.
Fiction from Photos
All posts copyright 2013–2019 by Mark Aldrich.
a poetic publication journal