Beneath this old Carved Tree

beneath this old carved tree, steven humphreys, poem, poetry, prose

When you used to search for me, you found me by lake forgiveness beneath this old carved tree. You always knew where to find me, when we spoke those sorrowful words. Our memory dances by those yellow flowers growing on the side of that hill by the road. That wave of golden flowers; we used to stroll through and pluck. …


Strands of Moonlight

strands of moonlight, steven humphreys, poet, poetry, poem, prose

I have a project for you. I want you to go out to the next full moon, and take a look. Stand there surrounding yourself in strands of moonlight. When? Some calendars have gone queer these days and don't show the partial and full moon... Let them all be queer. I mean, the calendars. I don't care …

How to Write a Book

how to write a book, steven humphreys, poems, poetry, prose, writer, author

Wondering how to write a book? How it happens for me is, subtle messages pop out from nowhere while watching scientific documentaries on YouTube, throwing a tennis ball to my beloved dog Bubba, exercising in my dusty garage, to a fluttering cooing Dove flapping down on my cracked block wall in the backyard (Remember, I told you about the Doves?) …