just someplace to rest my head
just a home amidst the cold
just a shape to share my bed
just a hand that I may hold
just two eyes in which to dive
just two lips that I can touch
just some way to feel alive
just a way to ask too much
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
Someone named Shaquana, Quana, Shaq, or something like that....
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
