Stephen Atkinson on
3 hours ago
The touch of paper against my skin,
A ghost of the varnished table or wooden door you could have been.
Instead you're here beneath my fingers,
Ready to save my thoughts upon your sheets.
Even when my memory fades the ink still lingers.
Tuesday 21st September 2021 6:29 pm
Entering into today’s day and age, we take turns turning the page.
Let us begin,
as were taken back to a time— lined with the new heights of always measuring up to ones expectations.
Ascendant signs are all "GO".
birthmarks placed on the face of the earth; add attachment to the earthly plane, and embody rebirth.
the fabric of the universe tucks us away—as our materialization is made—from a ...
Friday 16th April 2021 7:22 am
It starts with that
the feel of paper
between the fingers
the paper worn by touch
the ink a little faded
but the weight of
the incorruptible text
resting on the eye
retaining its worth
Even before that
there was the heft of it
in the hand
the boards scuffed
the jacket torn
but the perfection of
resting on the palm
Tuesday 24th July 2018 10:37 am
Summer is starting to set in. Goals are being formed. We have made many in the past and failed to accomplish them. Achievements don't go unnoticed. Though, as we grow older, wiser, more dedicated to ourselves and others' involvement in our craft, we see a need for commitment. If we are setting goals for ourselves with a half assed ambition to finish them, then that is all we are left with. Diss...
Tuesday 22nd May 2012 5:46 pm