Category: Posts From Other Writers

Amazing blog: Invisible People

I’m glad you posted this and I look forward to reading your blog. It made me think of someone, Tommy Mcinnis, who wrote a book, “Last Stop: A Survivor’s Story” A story about his life on the street, and everything after. I thought it was heartfelt and inspiring, so I’m glad we could meet, so to speak. 🙂

Mavadelo's mindscape

Wow, I was doing a bit of blog hopping when I found a video containing the story of a homeless man in Chicago. the video linked to an account on YouTube that had a link to their site

The site is set up by a cameraman who has been homeless himself too and he felt the need to do something. as he tells it on his about page

The purpose of this vlog is to make the invisible visible. I hope these people and their stories connect with you and don’t let go. I hope their conversations with me will start a conversation in your circle of friends.

After you get to know someone by watching their story, please pause for a few moments and write your thoughts in the comments section, or maybe email them to a friend and link back to this vlog . By keeping this dialog open…

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The Standing Stones Of Lost Friends

Beyond the dark, a tunnel of light…I really, really like this poem, so I thought I’d share it. Check out his blog, if you like poetry, you won’t be disappointed.

Pete Scribes


Standing Stones

Our grief defined in expanding rows,
Of standing stones, of missing friends,
Of love you sowed, of wrenching ends,
Those echoes of laughter, carried in our hearts
I keep them banked against future dark

© 2014 Peter Anstiss

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Poetry Scurvy

Oh, I love this! Couldn’t resist!!

Graeme Sandford


I am not worthy:

I suffer from poetry scurvy!

Too many times

I have forsaken the rhymes

That to me are like limes.


I come out in blotches… and rashes… splotches and spots…

If I don’t write, and recite, poetry… lots!


It’s like a maddening disease,

I cough and I sneeze…

Give me some poetry, please!


Read to me of the Ancient’s Rime,

Or, give me, but world enough and time

Then this shakiness, lady, would be no crime,

For I could pen a line or two,

And dedicate my verse to you,

Jot a Limerick, neat and quick,

Or create for you

A perfectly good Haiku –

That would surely do the trick!


But, as it is, I’m fairly sure

My fevered brow will dare no more

To put down words for others’ pleasure;

Buried deep is my lyrical treasure.


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