another new year
17 to 71
what a strange journey
another new year
17 to 71
what a strange journey
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
Guitarist / Songwriter
Poetry, Fiction & Photography
New content every Sunday.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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to be worth sharing
Domenic Garisto / LIFE IS NOT A REHERSAL,SO LIVE IT..if you can't be the poet, be the poem..havau22.com
One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
A strange journey indeed yet at times it seems like only yesterday. Those memories are more vivid than the memories of what I did yesterday. With Covid, I am longing for person to person contact with my tribe. I think I still have a tribe. You’re part of my tribe Bruce, as different as our paths have taken us. You are in my heart. Barbara and I are in contact regularly after years of no contact. Happy New Year.
A tribal identity is something that can be cherished and motivating long after the tribe has fragmented. We were the seed carried away by different winds. Feel free to share anything with me, weβre still high schoolers after all. Nothing stops us from connecting with others , new blood, new ties.
Thanks for the invite to share. I do journal a lot but that’s mostly for me. Happy New Year.