White Rabbit Poetry Society

RN, CSULB 25 graduate Asian Studies Chinese culture and philosophy. Author, Scholar. Life is better with love, a garden, a library. “My love is a periwinkle beef stew. It shouldn’t work, yet somehow? It does.” (HVR)

I think life is a series of little mythic microcosms. You do the little thing, and the big thing, takes care of itself. If you don't believe me, try talking to a cat. It lacks our language, reveal something about reality in her own way..

Poet

I’m not selling anything here. My words are free. You don’t have to buy me a coffee. My work is short and concise. Give it a try. What have you got to lose?

Always a father. Sometimes a poet or a philosopher. Based in Costa Rica. Writing on love, life, and what lies in between.

Pieces hidden by hurt, avoidance, & fear, our shadows await the light. Growth is stunted & contentment becomes the ever-elusive carrot as shadows' patience grow thin. Take hands, each, and walk through the darkness into light.

I write about the erotics of intelligence, the long shadows of lust, modern romance and relationships, and the quiet seductions in literature, longing, and love.

From the gentlest love poem to the most incendiary political poetry. From literary fiction to fearless erotica. Work that moves between tenderness and fire, beauty and resistance, intimacy and power. Author of Paper Blanket: Collected Poems.

Blah. . blah. . blah. . . chirped the blabbering bird. Wonder what she has to say?

Celebrating human ingenuity in poetry. Writer, advocate, unapologetic rhyme addict! Check out my books:

I write psychological horror and poems. A collection of dark stories on the concept of death and how we process it coming Fall 2026.

Drawing on rich life experiences to craft authentic, emotionally resonant writing. A focus on growth and connection. Seeking to inspire others through words.

“I write strange, absurd little stories, and strange absurd little poems. I say strange, absurd little things, and mingle with strange absurd little people.” www.daniilfrolov.com

Weed puller and word whacker, cultivating flowers, fruits, and flights of fancy.

Just an 18 year old girl who writes poems \ud83d\udc26 and researches random stuff about dogs \ud83d\udc36

Poet grappling with the ironies and incongruities of heartbreak, religion, meditation, and mortality. I write mostly in English, but also in French and sometimes other languages. First person ≠ autobiographical.