David Michael > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

A poem of the simplest, purest expression of love....

A lullaby for Mae Lea on her 3rd birthday

Tightly-woven friends are not easily broken... except from within

He raises his middle finger to the sky, wet with secrets, testing the Wind....

Two rivers entwine in the dance of love...

Inspired by L'Etoile Bleue (Joan Miró). The painting made me think of the garden of Gethsemane during Christ's passion.

Heatwave shimmers in Yopo haze... Unexpressed words, hidden melodies

Calling, yearning... desires arise.

A short tale of remembering the dark past, tossing it aside, and starting anew...

Whose virtues are hidden vices and who sees it not, he is most depraved ~ Andreas John Herrick