Odin Roark : Writing

Musetime

Musetime

A Poem by Odin Roark


Some hijinks is always welcome by my muse. As artists, we sometimes forget our partnership has feelings too... and an attitude. He/it/she, so capabl..
The Trickle

The Trickle

A Poem by Odin Roark


I asked my youngest grandson his favorite subject in school. His answer? Learning. Thus, this poem started percolating.
Mind Paralysis

Mind Paralysis

A Poem by Odin Roark


A writer’s need to overcome fear is not unlike any other’s where clouds of doubt continue to threaten storms.
Buttonhole Daisy

Buttonhole Daisy

A Poem by Odin Roark


With so many ways to cope with city life, one can never be surprised at what might prove effective.
Mirage Files

Mirage Files

A Poem by Odin Roark


Today, it is arguable that the world’s delusional addiction will continue to vanquish reality’s purpose until we awaken.
Avoidin' Quittin' Time

Avoidin' Quittin' Time

A Poem by Odin Roark


It’s so easy to forget what we need while we’re chasing our wants.
Dream Keys

Dream Keys

A Poem by Odin Roark


A prosetry stream from ventures past.
Weathering Myopia

Weathering Myopia

A Poem by Odin Roark


Mortality has a new playbook. Trouble is, few are reading it.
Perchance One Day?

Perchance One Day?

A Poem by Odin Roark


New York Times – 8/21/13- Reported: (see below)
Veneration of Espresso

Veneration of Espresso

A Poem by Odin Roark


Taking a pause to give respect where respect is often ignored.