Falling Leaves

Falling Leaves By Aileen McPherson Bleak are the hollows of Autumn, Where births and deaths enter twine, Memories steeped black … More

What do you see?

What do you see? By Aileen McPherson Gypsy tramp thief Sinister minister me Poetical seed

Basin By Aileen McPherson On loss of another Minding my own empty stone Draught thunder rain

Around Portland, various groups espouse the idea that they want to house the homeless. But currently, only a few hundred … More

Not many of my family and readers may know, yet currently Charles and I live in an rv on the … More

Fallen Angels By Aileen McPherson Riot Cop, Riot Cop are you safe in your gear? RIOT COP, RIOT COP MOVE … More

Amazing Street Roots did a vendor profile on pg 6 of this week’s paper, on my work, which will be … More

Change the World By Aileen McPherson Knock, knock. Who’s there? Change. Change who? Change you. Me? Why? Why, change is … More

Slug By Aileen McPherson Swirling, dancing, hanging by a glistening string What are you doing? Mating. Two become one, then … More

One More Day By Aileen McPherson Sleep deprived, go catch my ride, memories deep, 4th of July I survived, danced … More

What is Writing for You? By Aileen McPherson Why write you might as well ask why breathe, why live. Writing … More

Resentment By Aileen McPherson Pain insane inside my brain, Resenting self for lack of health, Restrain the refrain or scream … More

Aileen McPherson Art and Visual Culture 10/09/2017 How to look at a feather How does one describe a feather with … More