James Deagle·Jan 2The Grain of the Wood Knows the Form of the TreeThis fresh scroll is an empty garden, waiting to be inscribed with flowers blooming by the light of the moon.A response icon1A response icon1
James Deagle·Dec 27, 2025Lodestar, allow me to lose sight of all that isn’t youA poem of love and devotion
InWrite Under the MoonbyJames Deagle·Feb 6, 2025Even After the Heaviest RainA PoemA response icon3A response icon3
InWrite Under the MoonbyJames Deagle·Jan 31, 2025We Draw Our Own Curtains of Night Across the SkyA poem
