[Image Credit] Stars I was thinking last night as I flew home, all these lights from the street below seem so similar to the stars above; tiny beacons from where I sat. the horizon; the smooth surface

to observe the bloom of a new life as it unfolds in a slow exposure overflowing with vivid tone and a sense of accomplishment each petal a testament to the dedication and perseverance endured by every

Adept? Alert? I wish It was an odd feeling from the beginning, I’d say I had figured that everything would be okay Unless I got caught But what are the chances of that, really? I had figured “What could

[Full Size] This flower was in full bloom at my childhood home in Minnesota about 4 years ago. It's one of the first photos I ever took with my Canon, which was a graduation gift after I left high school.

[Full Size] Not a lot to this one, but I like the way the photo turned out. This was a mountain in Alberta Canada which I was visiting this summer for my dad's wedding. --- Image Details: Camera: Canon

[Full Size] Moorhead is like a home to me, though I'm not from here. Sometimes I refer to it as "East Fargo," but this little town has its charms. This is 34th street, one of the first exits

try to fool me and you’ll be out of luck I’m nimble and quick I dance around as you prance your feet a mess your balance broke you tumble down and must get up get up before I, the clever mouse have already

candles lit ready for the cheer here it comes, it’s almost here bundled in snug we’re waiting not in fear but in delight as that jolly old man makes his way to our very home, he’s coming tonight i’ve heard

The following poem is a sacred planetary rite which I intend to use in my next Lunar ritual. It is nine couplets with nine syllables per line, split into three sections of three couplets each. There's

coffee spilled on the counter top the blue and green marbled granite unfortunate to say the least dripping all over the carpet staining the frays and the places where i used to play as a kid the pure white

I miss the summer nights spent out under the stars in nothing more than a T-shirt and warm blue jeans now it’s cold and I can’t find any time to get all my winter clothes on and look up at those stars

I’ll always miss the nights not spent sitting out on your cold front porch not smoking a cigarette with you and not looking up at those stars like frozen diamonds under an Iowan sky the way that sky would

I’ve learned, through my life, that it’s the journey which matters most. I’ve learned through my walks and my runs, that it’s how we reflect on our lives which is the apex of importance when it comes to

Welcome one and all to my first post on Steemit. My name is Jack Aldon, I'm an author, a poet, a graphic artist, a philosopher, and an occultist. I spend most of my time reading, writing, or working on