Adam M. Snow : Writing

This Lost Lamb

This Lost Lamb

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Oh by the morning strike of day and by the calm obscure of night, my heart is Yours O God -- I pray; grant this lost lamb Your holy sight. Give this l..
Whispers in the Wind

Whispers in the Wind

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Entrance me with your tune, that gentle voice of yours. Those sway ardent winds of harmony, an echoed symphony of your life; each word is wrapped in r..
God's Heaven

God's Heaven

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


A vision splendid of the Heavenly scene, filled my mind with an image so clean: the purity of the road from which I walk, beyond the pearly gates so p..
Little Bird

Little Bird

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Does the little bird not know sorrow? It drifts alone in the open air, untouched by either blue of the ocean or the sky above; untouched by the bloods..
The Unknown and the Writer (THE FINISHED COPY)

The Unknown and the Writer (THE FINISHED COPY)

A Story by Adam M. Snow


The idea is that this man, a writer is dying of old age & something happened where he mysteriously ends up in an unknown world where he's a young man ..
When the Tree again is blowing

When the Tree again is blowing

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


When the tree again is blowing, the sky itself is flowing. When the leaves are rustling 'gainst the wind, the world itself comprehends -
The Unknown and the Writer (TEASER)

The Unknown and the Writer (TEASER)

A Story by Adam M. Snow


The idea is that this man, a writer is dying of old age and something happened where he mysteriously ends up in an unknown world where he's a young ma..
A Blood Moon Night

A Blood Moon Night

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Tonight I watched in awe, the moon once pure and white. Obeying the nighttime law; lighting the sky so bright. The stars, the moon in sync; dancing th..
Call me anti-gay if you want. I am a Christian, I do not hate.

Call me anti-gay if you want. I am a Christian, I ..

A Story by Adam M. Snow


I do not hate and I do not discriminate.
She became My Gallows

She became My Gallows

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


What of this!? Her sweet madness beautiful as snow; that by starlight! The rushes lean over her wide! The intoxication of her insanity draws me close...