Pandemic Poem: Look for the Artists (By Kristian Weigman)

Colorful cities have faded to black and foolish souls see need for attack fear and greed, anger and riots Sit down! Stay home! Wash your hands! Be quiet! In times of darkness we must look for the artists pay attention to the lessons they've taught us When problems can't be fixed by you or me … Continue reading Pandemic Poem: Look for the Artists (By Kristian Weigman)

The Adventure of a Lifetime (Inspired by Christopher McCandless)

When I was a fresh high-school graduate, I followed the status quo and picked a college program to jump into before I’d even really known what I wanted to do for a living. How can you know without experience? I jumped into a Police Foundations program, probably because I’d spent my life watching way too … Continue reading The Adventure of a Lifetime (Inspired by Christopher McCandless)

Mother and Son: With Every Night There Comes a Dawn

“Two things you will never have to chase: True friends & true love.” ― Mandy Hale With Every Night There Comes a Dawn Back in 2016, I was a married man to a French woman whom I’d met overseas four years prior. The relationship seemed like a true love story--at least in the beginning--and I … Continue reading Mother and Son: With Every Night There Comes a Dawn

Wild Poetry: Wayfarer (By Rashi Singh)

Wayfarer Roaming the mounts Wandering the seven seas There is much to explore Much to feed his fantasies Trysts of meandering rivers And bridges, extending arms To the summits encircling them Lying vulnerably are the farms. He maunders around places From dales to towns Where pines are sentinels And the peaks form crowns. Nature takes … Continue reading Wild Poetry: Wayfarer (By Rashi Singh)

An Arctic Air Anoon

Snow sails softly signifying Santa soon. Making more melodramatic meandering- Believably, by bringing brackish boon. Propagated peace; plus pretentious philandering, Transformed torches tipped to the tallow. So some sailing snows should suspect surrender. Softening, stimulating, sickeningly shallow; solvent- Tossing, turning till ticking times turn tender. Free-foraging forgiveness from fearful fetid family fallows. Breezes blow by … Continue reading An Arctic Air Anoon

Wild Poetry: Autumn (By Sarika)

Beneath the wistful skies, I behold... the sight of auburn autumn, on my threshold... Sweeping strokes of the whistling winds, brushing my cheeks.... Under fading warmth of the sun and air, so bleak... Once brimming with youth, the sunflowers bold.... Now stooping down, growing old.... Once swooning in verdant luscious foliage.... the lovelorn trees now, standing bare … Continue reading Wild Poetry: Autumn (By Sarika)

Shadows and Reconciliation – Poetry Collab (Ft. Holly of House of Heart)

Where Shadows Cannot Reach (House of Heart) Without you I've become narrow. In your absence I've forgotten how to love and autumn is an ache beneath my ribs crumbling like my world the last time I saw you.   I have captured your voice, reassembled it in my throat so as not to forget the … Continue reading Shadows and Reconciliation – Poetry Collab (Ft. Holly of House of Heart)

Wild Poetry: Paradise (By Jessica E Larsen)

Today we took a walk, Through the wild flowers in the forest. Climb the hill beside a beautiful brook Lay on the soft green grass beneath the blue, blue sky Listening to the tree leaves rustle at gentle breeze As if saying ‘hey everything’s going to be okay’ As the night falls Here we are, … Continue reading Wild Poetry: Paradise (By Jessica E Larsen)

Behind the Author – House of Heart

Hello again friends, bloggers, and muses, The aim of Behind the Author was originally to learn from other successful bloggers and to share their advice with the rest of the word press community. With today's interview we're coming back to the subject of blogging and today I'll be speaking with a brilliant poet, artist, and … Continue reading Behind the Author – House of Heart

Wild Poetry: Wild Side (By Brad Osborne)

We allow the trappings of what we have become. The haute couture wrappings of an upright kingdom. To infect how we think and how we see ourselves. Repressing all instinct, where nature sits and delves. This courtesy and tact we present to the world. Hides the genetic fact, an inner beast is curled. For even … Continue reading Wild Poetry: Wild Side (By Brad Osborne)