All The Devils Were There I used to dress in bakers whiteand take a basket of breadto Halloween parties.I never found many takers.Spiced pumpkin,apple cakesand candywere always more popular.So I had a re-think.Now I take a basket of babies.They can’t get enough of themall of those devils out there,even those who come as angelsgather round … Continue reading Halloween Guest Feature- Lynn White
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Dance of the Gravestones- Michael Erickson
Why am I drawn to such dark lines and paths? Where cold damp soaks into feet quite bare. I’ll catch my death wallowing between these dead leaves, As I look upon these smooth faces of stone. But my hands are tied about with thoughts, They torment my already trouble soul. And so I find myself … Continue reading Dance of the Gravestones- Michael Erickson
Among the Ducks- Michael Erickson
I find myself thinking of such simple pleasures as these, With feed in hand and ducks abounding. Hands and hearts are full, As excitement makes both webbed feet and shoes dance. How can I not bask in the shrieks of children, As they watch waddling forms rise as one. Sleek yet awkward bodies mill about, … Continue reading Among the Ducks- Michael Erickson
September Daydreams- Michael Erickson
September are made for fall daydreams, While everyone else laments the end of summer, There are a chosen few who dine with wicked delight, Upon the ending of long sunny days, Our roots are twisted deep with character, Twining around much darker waters to be quenched upon, Our lives lead up to long lasting even … Continue reading September Daydreams- Michael Erickson
Familiar Thoughts- Michael Erickson
Again I find myself wandering, Upon meandering paths. Well worn do my feet feel, Accepting each rut and groove. Upon thresholds do I tread, As if passing the doorway of every childhood place. I am home in ever age of my life, Feeling a warm breeze upon my face. It is a wonder to fill … Continue reading Familiar Thoughts- Michael Erickson
September Apples- Michael Erickson
A fullness has settled within the air, Comfortable and familiar to the touch. Like a lazy River running, Smoothing stones to polished gems. I feel the growth of summer culminating, As bows droop under handfuls of sun warmed produce. Now I’d the time to drink honey with the bees, And thank each tree, bush, and … Continue reading September Apples- Michael Erickson
Old Haunts- Michael Erickson
Happen upon a hidden memory, And stroll nostalgia’s halls with me. For a mouth is full with happy tastes, Long forgotten upon waves of time. Transported are we as a leave upon a wind, To places both strange and familiar. I remember now as if a lens shifts it’s focus, Clicking into place with such … Continue reading Old Haunts- Michael Erickson
Summer Monsoon- Michael Erickson
I wait for moments like these, Where nature seems to muster strength, And forces older than humanity itself, Converge upon this place. When summer heat turns to furious cold, Heavy clouds gather over leathery ground, And all our yearning thoughts turn skyward, As the very sky tears itself apart. We lay quietly in the night, … Continue reading Summer Monsoon- Michael Erickson
Dream Upon Dream- Michael Erickson
Wake me from the darkness of my mind, And lead me to places more wholesome. Where summer sun no longer cracks the earth, And causes all things to crumble to dust. Walk upon slate stone between flowering bushes, And vibrate with the industry of bees. I need to break free of these dark cobweb thoughts, … Continue reading Dream Upon Dream- Michael Erickson
Days Gone By- Michael Erickson
Do you wonder at days gone by, When worlds were younger with mountains so steep? The skies a bit more alien than this sure blue, Or perhaps throats long silenced now sing? A time where man was in its infancy, And the world beyond an open door lay waiting to be explored. This is my … Continue reading Days Gone By- Michael Erickson
