

by LongJohn We meet where no one’s lookin’,down by the old stone wall,where nettles grow and time forgetsto tick too… READ MORE
By Paul Baldry She drifts where morning light is born,A vision veiled in golden air—Her hair a tide of winds… READ MORE
An Introduction to “Where Bridges Hold Memory” We’ve all got one. That story we don’t always tell—the one that lives… READ MORE
Intro to “What Will I Be?”This poem begins in a garden—but it’s really about the soil of becoming. A girl,… READ MORE
By LongJohn Intro to “Not the Same, Still Together”In a world that often insists we must match to belong—same background,… READ MORE
By LongJohn In all things, beauty resides,Yet not all can perceive its glory.For beauty’s essence lies not in appearance,But instead… READ MORE
By Paul Baldry Beneath dawn’s blush, a boy stands, violin tight,Strings whisper to the wind… a tender plea,A symphony of… READ MORE
Reflections on Life
Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be”
“I spent my youth chasing the future.
Now I sit with coffee and watch—
others run toward theirs.”“The young chase tomorrow with urgency; the old watch it arrive —
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
with patience.”