Sitting Under the Poetry Dome

Poor unhappy soul, (you haven't found where it is hiding, but be reassured, it's there, because they found him and gave him a good hiding...) whatever gets you through your weary day... Is OK, for you somehow made your way home staggering as you do now dwelling for a short while in your creaky thrift …

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Beneath this old Carved Tree

beneath this old carved tree, steven humphreys, poem, poetry, prose

When you used to search for me, you found me by lake forgiveness beneath this old carved tree. You always knew where to find me, when we spoke those sorrowful words. Our memory dances by those yellow flowers growing on the side of that hill by the road. That wave of golden flowers; we used to stroll through and pluck. …

How to Write a Book

how to write a book, steven humphreys, poems, poetry, prose, writer, author

Wondering how to write a book? How it happens for me is, subtle messages pop out from nowhere while watching scientific documentaries on YouTube, throwing a tennis ball to my beloved dog Bubba, exercising in my dusty garage, to a fluttering cooing Dove flapping down on my cracked block wall in the backyard (Remember, I told you about the Doves?) …