Poetry This Breath My countless mornings stitched in patterns, each day begins, and I follow the path worn smooth by opposites flowing into one another, recycling the fragments of my experience as thoughts disperse in silence. Dewdrops linger on leaf edges, spider webs shimmer in sunlight, my universe exists in this breath. Only By Rob Taylor • 1 min read
Poetry A Handout Breakfast A powerful narrative poem exploring homelessness, grief, and human resilience. By Rob Taylor • 1 min read
Poetry A Measure of Intricate Riddles Words are my passion, powered with wings— By Rob Taylor • 1 min read
Poetry The Path of No Path In empty moments, ground disappears—I sit with inner storms, immersed in their power. By Rob Taylor • 1 min read
Poetry Down the Same Cracked Road The power to refuse destructionist politics. By Rob Taylor • 1 min read
