Her aura casts blue
Clear even light-years away
I headed that way
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
I'm a current undergraduate English with Track in Creative Writing major.
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published chapbooks of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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Ace of Spades
I had a dream and in the dream I heard a song I hadn't heard before. The first four lines below were all that I heard from the song in the dream. I wrote the rest based on the song. I don't know how to write songs but I like to hope this poem could be the rest of the song.
By J.M. Powell3 years ago in Poets
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
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