Poetry. It’s a dance of words, a symphony of emotions, a whisper and a shout all at once. Have you ever felt the pulse of a poem, the way it grabs your breath and holds it tight? That’s the magic I chase. The art of crafting impactful poetry is not just about rhymes or meter. It’s about breathing life into language, making every syllable sing, every pause resonate. Today, I want to take you on a journey - my journey - into mastering this craft. Ready? Let’s dive deep. The Rh

I write verse because I can't afford therapy  and paper doesn't interrupt me.  It's cheaper than wine,  and more socially acceptable than...

You are not a fragile thing, but still—handle with care... glass and grace both shatter under pressure,  and even iron bends where the...

Celebrate  the way your breath returns, even after silence has stayed too long. Every inhale is a beginning. Celebrate the scars that...

Poet T. L. Sanders Brought His Art House Film The kNew-Born  to Olathe A special public screening invited audiences to witness the birth of faith, the weight of fear, and the fragile journey toward forgiveness. Olathe, Kansas — January 18, 6:00 p.m. The Olathe Indian Creek Library hosted a free public screening of the art house film The kNew-Born , followed by a live Q&A with Poet T. L. Sanders. Community members gathered for an evening of film, dialogue, and reflection cente

Neighbor, show them how I told the truth / And still, I lie / Drowning in my pool of blood / Adjacent to my pool behind / My house

"Intense, gripping . . . a one-two punch . . . written in fire and delivered with thunder," writes reviewer Kelly Luck. Dates of Show:...

To my National Writing Project Siblings—especially PLWP S.I.14, it was like a dream we wrote and we read until hands held our hearts and...

It has been said that Roses are red and Violets are blue Unless... The Violets are violent So violets are red Like all of the time They...

Pictured: Tristian Griffin, dancer and choreographer extraordinaire. Are we the dream; the wings; the key? Are we the trompe l'œil...

wheN the wood-winds drip spit… and sweet tears bleed sweat / weT and dirty with grief / thE only relief comes when goD breathes in us so...

I know we all love Dr. Seuss So here’s a poem Poet penned for you... Read old Seuss To see whole truth If you read, You’ll see I mean...

by Poet t.l. sanders Well, considering the given predicament, I present this BlackLivesMatter sign as a present sent to be opened in...

by Poet t.l. sanders Note: I have added links so to deepen your experience. aRose a whisper into the window awakens to chasten the query...