Welcome to The Pagan’s Pen…
A little space
A precious place
Ideas and thoughts
of a pagan poet….
or
Welcome to The Pagan’s Pen…
A little space
A precious place
Ideas and thoughts
of a pagan poet….
or
Tears of pain
tears of joy
tears of laughter
tears of sorrow
always tomorrow…
on my feet
on my knees
on my back
on the floor
they want more…
losing heart
losing patience
losing ground
losing hope
dreams afloat…
I crawl
I fight
I walk
I try
again
I cry
again
I wake
again…

I am human therefore, many things… A poet, a teacher, a seeker…. Come with me on a word journey… perhaps we laugh, we sing, we feel… we think…
This site and the human behind it are a work in progress.
To read the poems in their correct form-vertically-please click on them.
I have a short story for purchase in memory of a friend.
1/2 of the proceeds will go to the animal shelter that saved his fragile life long enough for us to love him for a moment in time…
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Thanks for stopping by…
Letting go I do not know… I have been holding on for so long… a lifetime, perhaps a few~ trauma within trauma without letting go holding tight, always ready for the fight… so tired of this race I’ve run but never won… time grows short it is time for finally letting go…
It begins within…
Winter holds its own magic. Time slows, the earth glows at midnight. Wet flakes hard flakes light as a feather hard as a bullet… Where do the birds go? The Mother knows… The whipping winds the bone chilling shivers reminders of power we do not possess. Take this time to rest as the snow falls…