Care of the Earth — Writer Ravenclaw

Climate Control Care of the earth, Let us do more, Inspiration to others, Mother planet to the fore, All of us together, Then we can change the weather, Earth can stand no more! Creation is so clever, Over time our home will heal, Nothing should stop us, Trying to keep it real, Recycle paper and […]

Game Review: Pluviophile

Created by: Tonguç Bodur Release year: Jun 11, 2020 If you want to take a peaceful stroll through the forest but cannot make the trip out to one, Pluviophile might be the best next choice. The main objective is to enjoy walking along a path in a beautifully detailed forest while it is sprinkling and

A Quiet Place of Note (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Based on a trip taken several years ago to a small park near a massive mall in Oceanside, Ca. There were patches of woods there with trails that ran around the side of a steep incline. You could see the vast sprawl of the city from the top. It was

Poems on Simple Things (A poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Inspired by an dedicated to Emily Dickinson, who wrote so much poetry that her family apparently didn’t realize everything she had done until after she had passed away. It sounds as if, on inspecting her room, they became to find pieces here and there. Almost like a treasure hunt.] I

Light Performance (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Based on a thunderstorm enjoyed several months ago. I’m hoping for another one shortly, alongside plenty of rainfall.] Last night I watched a performance         high in the skies              where murky clouds formed a stage                         as streaks of powerful light                               blazed through the darkness                                                   in grand

A Character of a Poem

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Some more musings on the nature of fictional characters.] I am a character   born from the words of this poem        a fiction given textual life by a writer My existence is a mystery to me             Who am I at this very moment but a voice?                    Do

Natural Waltz (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: The world moves to its own special kind of music]. I stepped outside one early spring morning    to find the countryside amid a fanciful celebration             where the Santa Ana Winds danced with the willow and elm trees                                              whose leaves rustled in excitement                                  as they swished