I had planned to upload a couple of poems celebrating autumn, but after reviewing some of my poetry, I felt compelled to share this one instead…
It felt oddly appropriate – not only for the season, but also for the world at large right now…
The Writings of J.S. White
I had planned to upload a couple of poems celebrating autumn, but after reviewing some of my poetry, I felt compelled to share this one instead…
It felt oddly appropriate – not only for the season, but also for the world at large right now…
This is the first year I decided to celebrate First Harvest, or what is known in some circles (mostly pagan), as Lughnasadh, Lughsana, Lammas, or sometimes simply “First Harvest”…
I wrote this a few days later. It’s rough, unpolished…but that’s okay.
A poem about someone very special from the past. Nonfiction.
the lakes, the waters | they are not where I’m from | but I would go there…
This is a poem written during a restorative yoga/poetry retreat.
When I was a child growing up in the late 80s and early 90s, I loved watching Star Trek: TNG and Star Trek: Voyager. They captured my imagination and sparked a lifelong interest in space and space exploration.
Today I’m sharing a brief poem, along with the image and the song which inspired it…