Michael Writing

Windy wild foreboding night, blowing things about. Tree limbs bow to your call, with arms reaching out. Beating fast my heart does pound, n..

God told me the secret of the world, he whispered in my ear I could tell you, shall I? No, that is not mine to do God tol..

Walking the woods one morning

If all you wanted was my heartbeat, you only had to ask. Each beat, each pulse of it is there only for you. There is no need for d..

I was in the mood for a sonnet this morning.

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Compartment 114
Compartment 114

Just some thoughts about new President and how to support him.

Dreams drive my life

Just something for the day

Sailboats Number Three Painting by Michael Cunliffe Thompson Saltwater sprays across the bow as the hull-line cuts the sea. Close trimmed sails..

To one of the greatest poets ever, Emily Dickinson. She remains one of my inspirations.