Chilled bare feet
on midnight porches.
Citronella oil torches.
Bonfire ablaze.
Mazes of maise.
The brisk embrace.
The brief caress
foreshadows
bountiful hues
of pleasant
autumn days
-
"Death Sows A Bright Seed" Poem and all drawings by D. © Hello. Fancy meeting you here. . . .oh, wait . . . I probably invi... -
written by D. The vividness of color was spectacular. Lambent bristles of a fine brush, and skilled hands seemed to have imbued the pi... -
The torture of practicing an exciting piece of music painfully slow, so that you learn it correctly and will be prepared to perform it ... -
“Most of what passes for legitimate entertainment is inferior or foolish and only caters to or exploits people's weaknesses. Avoid bein...
-
At sunset, on a certain eve, the toxic enchantment of the elusive and(lord, I wish) mythical Souls' Cap mushroom releases its po... -
Who ever thought that being happy to be married, have a baby, and proud to cook for my loving family would be considered "counter-cultu... -
Ingredients • 1 ¼ cup all-purpose flour • ¼ cup coconut flour • 1tsp baking soda • 1tsp baking powder • ½ tsp salt • 3 bananas,... -
You think with them , speak with them, praise with them, kill with them. WORDS Express with them, conjure and preach with them. ...
-
Pacify, pacify all these violent thoughts. But betrayal keeps them burning and it's hard to turn them off. Crucify, crucify...
-
He grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and practically threw the door open. Kevin jumped straight up off his futon, so swift...
No comments:
Post a Comment