Poetry

"...Drifting away like empty dreams..."

C. Jerome Kupec is a poet and writer from Alabama. He is an observer of life and occasionally jots down the thoughts on a page. He drinks more unsweet tea than most men, and enjoys Racquetball, Chinese food, and Italian suits.

"...Not knowing what was true..."

"...Riding out the storm..."

"This poem was conceived..."

"Once, trees may have spoken..."

"...Malice seeps from every pore..."

"...Copied right or copied wrong..."

My name is Tracey Lowry and I'm a writer living in Cornwall. I love writing short stories and poems. New to poetry and teaching myself the art, I love the creative process. I am interested in celtic mythology and often incorporate this in my work.

"...In darkness, the white foam soared..."

"Inspired by eclipses, solar prominences, flares, and northern lights"

"...How do I decode it?..."

"...There are still some days..."

"...Decay dances, decency disappeared..."

"...it’s time to update digital and physical charts..."

"A crane glides by... A kite follows..."

"...lightning and thunder sounding like part of a war..."

"...they’ll have no concept of true liberty..."

"...life’s flower spirals..."

"That spring day I yearned for solitude..."

"...My beginning was enough..."

"...A quiet theft of hours dressed as pay..."

"...Is that the iron railing carrying your handprints?..."

"...revealing hints of secret worlds..."

"...It weighs on the consciences of the Africans..."

"What we have here, boss..."

"We had seen the bold and blue horse in my dream..."

"...the lightning that I love in you was present ..."

"...The last time I saw him..."

"...turned into martyrs by bombs and airstrikes..."