Let your mind be quiet, realising the beauty of the world,and the immense, the boundless treasures that it holds in store.All that you have within you, all that your heart desires,all that your Nature so specially fits you for – that or thecounterpart of it waits embedded in the great […]

I wrote a poem about fall. It was inspired by the theme of Falling Leaves and by Mary Oliver’s poem “Song for Autumn” and here it is: Autumn Longing It is time for bed,It is time for rest.Everything strives south, goes down, lets loose.We all have gone to seedPlanting our […]

I cannot sleep.Then, I become exhausted and sleep too much.I cannot function well.Day is night, and night is day.I live in opposite world.Thyroid, lymphoma, testosterone, diabetes.Exhaustion.What else can go wrong?What else will go wrong?So damn tired.This is living?I learn that someone I admire has died.Suicide.I seem to be the last […]

by Melany Bell Please enjoy this poem and images on listening, begat from my very own mind in 2022. Thank you for listening…The images and poetry are by : ©MELANY BELL 2017-2022 all rights reserved   Artist Statement: I am an Ambidextrous Painter, Scientist, Step-Mother, Lover of Lady’s & their […]

3/1/2022WHERE LOVE LEADS  Love for the way it feels when your love is shared.  Love gives us all possibilities   Love is to choose our better instinct  Writing stimulates the imagination   Unconsciousness so I can dream about what I don’t know  Love is to choose one’s better instinct  My car brings […]

by Neysa PetersonMarch 9, 2022 Beating wings thrumHummingbird tongueSlender needleSipping nectar Simply nourishingWatching with wonderSenses soothedSpirit renewed Image clingsWhen disquiet ringsSolace sought againWhere do I begin With beating wingsNourishingWatching with wonder  Hummingbird tongues

“The Color of Freedom” by Michael J. O’ConnellA Soldier’s Perspective on the American Revolution Over us did break the April sun, warmth penetrating the depths of our cold, miserable existence. Months have seemed to drift, no rush by like the great Father Time tossing sand into the gale. The ache […]

I converted a section of the poem into a Photoshop brush and created amandala. I then layered the mandala with a pattern and clipped out a section. A conversation with my psychiatrist inspired me to write the poem. He asked me why my feelings of hopelessness led to thoughts of […]

My great-grandmother had a younger brother who volunteered for the Iowa National Guard just after the Pancho Villa expedition into Mexico. After America became embroiled in World War I, he was sent to Europe to fight in the trenches. He was injured in July of 1918 and died from his […]