The Far Country….
By: LaGrif~ There are no boundaries when I am embraced within your arms. No rules exist whilst I explore and …
By: LaGrif~ There are no boundaries when I am embraced within your arms. No rules exist whilst I explore and …
By: LaGrif~ The dark, turbulent, cruel waves toss and heave showing an angry splendour, Stabbing darts of icy rain crash …
By: LaGrif~ I am not sure what inner compulsion first drew me to the gallery to view the painting. As …
By: LaGrif~ The forest, covered in a blanket of snow, the air was still and cold, ominous in its silence. …
By: LaGrif~ The old man sat on his rocking chair staring out from his front porch upon the busy vista …
By: LaGrif~ The Camberwell ladies black magic coven meets regularly every Thursday. They discard their corsets to worship Beelzebub, in …
By: LaGrif~ The air was still and sultry and filled with honeysuckle scent, Evening shade was hovering, for the day …
By: LaGrif~ Blow thou vengeful North wind whose wrathful device is to cut and slice, its wounding cold turning the …
Spotlight Poet….. Screenname: LaGrif Published Name: LaGrif (Bryan Sydney Griffin) Tell us a bit about yourself: I am an eccentric, …
By: LaGrif~ At this battered old writing desk poetry was born, delivered upon some paper in the torment of inspiration. …