spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Sign of the times… at least neither of them had matches or a can of spray paint. But seriously, I love watching the wildlife. Whether it’s napping or eating or kicking up their heels or boxing. Who needs tv when you have real life?!… Continue Reading “Watch the Fur Fly”
The winter glow is like magic to my soul. I find myself unable to look away. The chill buries itself in my bones, but it’s not unwelcome. Gone are the long overheated days of summer with its unrelenting sun rays and sweat on my… Continue Reading “Winter Glow and Soft New Life Photography”
Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
Writer and Artist
a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts
The Lies in the Skies Exposed
"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am..." --Maya Angelou
Welcome to my tiny corner of the universe filled with poems that I have written.
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