The bounty of words so soulful.

Here is a poem that started with the question: How do you save the world at 5:25 am?

Here is a poem about the end of the world, humanity's massive ego, our inability to save that which we love when it's too late and about the redemptive relevance of our souls.

Here are five hundred and twenty five lines on a hopeful Noah's flood.

Here is a poem about a man in the woods, waiting on the world to conclude its act.

Make it your own.