So I have been using PyWrite for awhile now, my folder of text files based manuscript editor. It is simple and to the point, and modified can also be used as a code editor (Pysano). But while it is great for composing posts for WordPress it is not so great
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
Chasing Dreams
“We’ll do it all – Everything – On our own” A single notein a crowded marketbetween the awnings,bajjis, coffee beansand hand-spun woola single seagullin my minds’ earmid-sentence haltsunglasses hiding painleaking from the corners. lying flat on the sandwatching elephantsrabbits and snoopiescavorting to a vapour zoobeneath an azure big topand the
Poetry
I Heard Coyotes Sing
I heard coyotes sing the day you diedlong and mournful like my thoughtsof your friendship and your laughterof shared journeys in a tiny townand journeys in different times and placeswhere soldiers go that sound the sameexcept the names have changedwith stories growing longer by the telling,Awards and medals, ups and
Poetry
An Ocean of Silence
What if the ocean ran silent,no lapping waves slappingagainst encrusted logs,no humpback songechoing deep downbeyond the sunightin a place we have only seenon National Geographic? What if the skies were emptyno wheeling gullsscreaming at their neighbours,no cheeky crowstormenting my dogas she tries to pee in silencebefore her morning cookiesand snuggles?
Poetry
Drifting
In the chill of people,cacaphony of murmursstacked like cordwoodon my mind cravingescape from a worldplastic like the smellof rotten applessquished by a transporton a hot August afternoon,to find a place deep and far beyondthe everydayness of nothing specialthat fills the time from first cryuntil the verdant carpetis pulled over your
Poetry
Gulls
I once spent a weeksitting on a log in the sunnotebook in handand watched the gullswheeling overheadin a danse macabreinfused with the chaosof noise and oolichansor strutting on the logsin their finest livery. My Father chuckledwatching me in earnestrecording families of gullsat play, or hunting dinnerGlaucous in their dove greyand