I can never forget, but I’ll try not to remember you.
You were flowers that chose another garden.
When butterflies come home, they bring a light. And you, my dears, never left.
What is day? What is night? These things make no sense when you are lost.
How can I have memories of you when you and me are the same?
Poetry for the broken, the healed, the mind, the soul.
Science - Simplified
Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
lest I forget
A little something for you.
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
I am a stay at home mom of two. I love my morning coffee and my afternoon tea. I love spending time with my family. In my spare time I love to read and especially write. I hope what I share on here all of you will enjoy.
This site is about inspiring others..
Drop by to read short stories, reviews, etc
A Leading Platform for Voices from the Overlooked Great British Countryside
For the Artists, by the Artists
Lions can wear glasses too
â…“ of a Songwriter, â…“ of a Writer & â…“ of a Photographer
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Changing the world, one word at a time.
Word-Experimentalist
love each other like you are the lyric and they are the music
Poetry, Fiction, Essays & Art by M.P. Powers
Poetic Landscapes Of The Spirit
drink and smoke and fuck
An Archive of Curious Facts for the Curious
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
New content every Sunday
Smidgens
