Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

 Life is no pleasure-cruise; Soul’s sacred ship is not a yacht... Below, a rough sketch of a picture that formed in my mind as I wrote this ...

Seems fall-lovers here in Ontario continue to be thrilled to the max by  an exceptionally colorful version of the season in what has been an...

This sea upon which we set sail  Where thick of night is a black veil  Until white, fading stars exhale  To fill the mast of morn with day.....

 This song has been going round in my head since last week when my son played a small bit he recorded as a man in the next room on a ...