my neighbours are boring
keeping curtains drawn all day
wonder what life lies behind the fabric
only one lays bare to me
a lonely fat bald man
sitting at his kitchen table
he eats cereal, soup, or noodles –
always something from a bowl
every day, eating from a bowl
the way lonely fat bald men do
I suppose, still, he remains
my most interesting neighbour
Never, oh! never, nothing will die... (Alfred Tennyson)
TemptationOfWords
by Lize Bard
A Podcast About the Writing Life
Welcome to my world.
"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."
Word-Experimentalist
"Eye Fly High"
The Deluge in a Paper Cup
WELCOME TO om3ssa's MUSIC FREAKISHNESS AT THE WORLD WIDE WEB
by Evelina Di Lauro
Paradigm Shift, Mindfulness, and Personal Empowerment
But Still Living The Life
living better, spending less
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
"Die Kunst ist eine Tochter der Freiheit." - Friedrich Schiller
Trancension's VoiceBox
we are fish that play in a sea of light
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” — Gustave Flaubert
Lessons learned in motherhood
Puking up Poetry, One Verse at a Time
Says the person
Next door to whom
I am running a meth lab.
Cooking rock behind closed curtains.
Don’t inhale to deeply.