Me and my collateral, most of the definitions but behind. She bewitched me with loving intentions, and an aromatic spikenard fine. I cannot see her faults, nor do I believe they exist. And if I’m the victim of a blinding fog, persist mist, persist. © Joel Tipple 304
Writers have to battle putting words on paper to prove we’re astute. So each time we sit and write we offer up proof, and proofreaders offer up judgement. Then there are the artists who like to draw, and when they’re done they’ll show you what they drew. As with words, the form and function their […]
For the world at large or the world at small convivial places are not so common as we all would like them to be, though the patrons of corner watering holes would beg to differ. We read or see or hear about nations at war with their own people, hot spots, where shifting political and […]
friend i love to converse with you our duologues make my mind and heart quiver words imbibed between us are more intoxicating than liquor i love that though we discuss we really never fight my favorite conversationalist my best friend my wife © Joel Tipple
I wander if nomads are peaceful? Or do they defy their name? Is their life cycle the typical boom or bust type as new frontiers they tame? Do they consider a home not a thing to be sought, or do they carry it with? Although certainly roots could be entangling, I’ve difficulty believing it bliss. […]
Anyone doubting the fall of man, or the monkey wrench that Adam tossed into God’s plan need only spend time in the brain of a guy. Any guy, just any average bloke, beyond the age of puberty, that’s when we are smote. Brought low we all are, though desire is natural, enough being enough just […]
Parents of teens with countercurrent emotional pain find their hair in retreat and their nerves inflamed while their own crepuscular philosophies dash for life boats and preservers. Ed. note… “Dictionary Roulette” entrees take three randomly chosen words from the dictionary to be used as key ingredients for a poem.