Odin Roark
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MusetimeA Poem by Odin RoarkSome 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 TrickleA Poem by Odin RoarkI asked my youngest grandson his favorite subject in school. His answer? Learning. Thus, this poem started percolating. |
Mind ParalysisA Poem by Odin RoarkA writer’s need to overcome fear is not unlike any other’s where clouds of doubt continue to threaten storms. |
Buttonhole DaisyA Poem by Odin RoarkWith so many ways to cope with city life, one can never be surprised at what might prove effective. |
Mirage FilesA Poem by Odin RoarkToday, it is arguable that the world’s delusional addiction will continue to vanquish reality’s purpose until we awaken. |
Avoidin' Quittin' TimeA Poem by Odin RoarkIt’s so easy to forget what we need while we’re chasing our wants. |
Dream KeysA Poem by Odin RoarkA prosetry stream from ventures past. |
Weathering MyopiaA Poem by Odin RoarkMortality has a new playbook. Trouble is, few are reading it. |
Perchance One Day?A Poem by Odin RoarkNew York Times – 8/21/13- Reported: (see below) |
Veneration of EspressoA Poem by Odin RoarkTaking a pause to give respect where respect is often ignored. |