Night before Christmas My hands are cupped around The warm candlelight
By Connor Mudie19 days ago in Writers
The fire burns in those last moments... That last breath as you pass the torch from flesh to spirit That flame burns when you have to say goodbye
By Connor Mudieabout a month ago in Poets
We can all remember a time when we were little That one memory of when you accidently piddled Or when you got in trouble in kindergarten because you couldn't stop fiddling
By Connor Mudie2 months ago in Poets
More to life are the branching arrays of root systems in the earth than the networks of social media hiveminds The structure of the mind deeply rooted in the fantastical fractal framework
By Connor Mudie2 months ago in Writers
Heres a poem and story about 2 men, well the same man in two different realities... they both start the same but then branch at critical points
Dear moon, Way up in the sky.. So close but so far I could touch you Reach for you If I miss you I'll hit the stars But if I do I'll wonder why
By Connor Mudie3 months ago in Poets
