Casting Shadows #poem

When the morning sun rises, Face the opposite way. Take a look at your shadow, As it charges the day. Its shoulders are squared, Its neck stretches tall. It carries no baggage, No weight… big or small. With feet planted firm, Down to earth, always grounded. A pure reflection of you, There’s no chips, all…

If we were #poem

If emotions were pools – I’d be shallow. If guarded egos were balloons – You’d be a blimp. If hearts were flowers – We’d be wild If bravery were fish – I’d be a shrimp But if your wall had a crack – I would find it And if your heart were a net – I’d swim in Connect…

Be The Tree #poem

Warped are the roots, yet tall’s the old tree, What hides beneath the surface is strength, you see. Stronger with age, finds growth through the muck, The path of each finger searching sustenance, not luck. It either moves or it crushes some rocks in their way, Or it tunnels around, finds other places to stay….

Poem: Intuition

If it feels right, there’s a reason, We are human after all. All energy’s insightful, Even if it seems small. So, listen to that buzz, The tale-tale taps from your soul. It’s a little thing called intuition, And, it makes us humans whole. -Didi CONNECT WITH ME! AMAZON AUTHORS PAGE //  GOODREADS //  TWITTER LIKE AND FOLLOW…

Review: Whispers of Death, by Ronald Kihali #5star #poetry

My Review: The poems in this book are stunning, heart wrenching, and beautifully tragic. I feel bad admitting this, but I can’t quite recall how long it’s been since I picked it up. I get quite a bit of gifted books, contact reach-outs, and review requests. This year has been a weird one in my…

Breath and Swim: Guest Post, by Chloe Aston

I’m so very excited to welcome Chloe Aston to the blog today. She’s a beautiful young woman, inside and out. She loves to write short stories, and her own growing blog is really quite impressive! Check out Chloe at One Hundred Daffodils, you won’t be disappointed in the least. What I love most about Chloe’s stories, is the…

Making 2018 Our Bitch #writers #poem

To the Independent writers who charge each New Year, With a fresh boost of confidence overpowering the cheer. We lower our brows and draw conscious breath, There’s no room for stagnancy we’ll write till the death. The independent road’s rough, it’s yet to be paved,  We hustle and work to make our own way. Our…