Pete : Writing

Dry-Shod

Dry-Shod

A Poem by Pete


Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. - Thoreau
Dessicated

Dessicated

A Poem by Pete


A fact stated barely is dry. It must be the vehicle of some humanity in order to interest us . . . A man has not seen a thing who has not felt it. - T..
Kind Of, Sort Of

Kind Of, Sort Of

A Poem by Pete


In short, all good things are wild and free. - Thoreau
Bring It On Home

Bring It On Home

A Poem by Pete


The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams. - Thoreau
Lunar Crooner

Lunar Crooner

A Poem by Pete


I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself. - Thoreau
These Are A Few ...

These Are A Few ...

A Poem by Pete


Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it. - Thoreau
Days And Confused

Days And Confused

A Poem by Pete


pillow coldscent of perfume lingers infusedi trace your outline in wrinkled sheetssun peeking over the horizononly thing that isn't confused
Night And Day

Night And Day

A Poem by Pete


After walking by night several times, I now walk by day, but I am not aware of any crowning advantage in it. - Thoreau
Unfurled

Unfurled

A Poem by Pete


Every oak tree started out as a couple of nuts who stood their ground. - Thoreau
Wet Memories

Wet Memories

A Story by Pete


Nature makes no noise. The howling storm, the rustling leaf, the pattering rain are no disturbance, there is an essential and unexplored harmony in th..