An energetically channelled collection of poetry.Visions, and observations of a Claricognisant.

Three foster brothers are called home to Neverwood, the stately Pacific Northwest mansion of their youth. They have nothing in common but a promise to Audrey, the woman they all called mother-that upon her death, they would restore the house and preserve it as a home for troubled boys.But going home is never easy.Cal struggles to recover from past heartbreak, while Danny fears his mistakes are too big to overcome. Devon believes he may never break down the barriers that sep...

Sue Sinclair is the direct inheritor of the great early 20th Century German poet, Rilke: she possesses intense lyrical vision, steeped in wonder at the existence of the world, and a kind of grief at our inability to lose ourselves in it completely. Her perception is acutely focused and rigorous; and she is acutely self-aware. She is not afraid of words like “beauty” or “being,” yet, because of the intensity of her vision, she never uses them as clichés. Her gift for metaphor is astonishing...

Earthen tunnels beneath an ancient mound,Galley Trot, boggart, goblin, and black hound,Leaping o’er toadstools in a ring around,Beware, beware his three fey trees with sound.Catarine returns home to Longford County to continue her mother’s cleaning business, but her arrival does not go unnoticed. As the doorway between two worlds overlaps, Catarine faces a series of decisions that will lead to her dramatic escape or entrapment.Someone is always watch...

A woman who lies dying in a hospital room on Christmas Eve gets an unusual visitor.

She doesn't know, no one does, what he has seen, experienced in the war. He has returned physically whole but a darkness, a distance has crept into him. She does her best to cope, care, live, because, she loves him. But, will this darkness become the only thing he understands and clings to or, can she reach him?

So many questions in life seem unanswered. But looking deeper, into the heart of the bearer, the answers lie waiting, within the heart of the Creator. Loneliness, lost love, struggles in life, reflections of oneself,often are covered by the busyness of the every day world. In this collection of free verse, the author reveals the things that she could not speak herself, but only could whisper into the heart of the One who is unseen.

Gloria Ausubel (1948- ) is a baby boomer who has tasted the palatable and unpalatable fare served up in the culture of the 60's, 70's, 80's, and 90's. Her poetry becomes a way of identification with the generation of alienation. In terms of skittish dabbling, vicarious participation, and prophetic yearning she takes a poetic stance to that generation. Her poems emanate from a specific time and place but have levels of meaning that can strike listeners from different generations. Her poems ...

This never happens to plumbers.The plumber's world makes sense. It's all about water and gravity and slanting pipes. You channel the water in, you channel it back out. You slant the pipes earthward a little. Not much, just enough for the water to head in the right direction. Gravity does most of the work.Mine is not a plumber's world and my world makes no sense. Marie is on the floor and my knuckles hurt.The plumber has an easy life. Copper pipes bring water in, cop...

This short work is written in lyrical and free verse poetry. All of the poems link together to form one story about Kate's steamy winter break at Lake Blue Moon.

The number 28 has great meaning to me and when I was going through a difficult emotional time I wrote most of the content in here. It is personal, and some of it may not be poetic so to speak, but I wanted to share these thoughts with whoever would like to read them. I have included a monologue in here that was due to be performed until I lost my nerve and I have added some photographs, all taken by me, in location such as Brighton and Greatstone. I hope you enjoy this brief look inside my...

Life is a journey and every silent tear an untold story. When you close your eyes, don't you find your head full of those stories and those emotions fighting to come out and tear everything apart so you can remold it all into your desired shape? This is an attempt at freeing all trapped in my head so as to get back my calm.This isn't a novel. This isn't a collection of depressing poems those of you who know me have come to expect. And sure as heaven, this isn't about an unrequited l...