Literature and Poetry

Come to Me Again

I say your name, hoping it will start the flow of words I so desperately wish to put on this page. Yet once the sound has passed my lips, there is…

Oct 7, 2025 • H. J. Buell

The World is Van Gogh

A Poem by H. J. Buell: The world is Monet. At night. When colors slip into the sun. And the lights glow like Christmas. It’s an Unfinished Picasso. With…

Oct 6, 2025 • H. J. Buell

This Is Alcoholism

I woke up one morning to the realization I'd wandered away from the shallow pool of sobriety and into the deep waters of alcoholism... It was Friday…

Oct 3, 2025 • H. J. Buell

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