Ride we the curled, cresting salt;
Cling to the back of a wing-ed horse;
Drift we through warm waters
Rotten with flowers,
Float we, on a phantom, on Hope
Poetry & Photography & Food!
Art and Books
A place for short fiction and poetry while your coffee brews or your tea steeps
New content every Sunday
Exploring the human experience, one cup of coffee at a time.
...in my Mind's Eye
composed late at night, from amongst chaos and coffee
Tigers not daughters
"I tramp the perpetual journey."- Walt Whitman
Just another WordPress.com site
I'm no writer, just an outgoing introvert with a thing or two to say about some things. I type like I talk. Brace yourselves!
My sarcastic travels through life while trying to remain true to myself and not kill others.
Sou um pouco de poeta e de atriz na frente do meu compoetador
“Between us and heaven or hell is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.”.
a resource for moving poetry
Experiments in the Art of Mastering None
A Continuing Revolution
Nefesime,hayatıma,aklıma esen her şeye dair.
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE