Miranda, my bleeding heart
dress our wounds and hold our song
dance with the wind and set us free
shine on our lives so we may kiss heaven
and save our souls
tears, my angel starlight
shaping the face of our sorrow
clouding shadows of discontent
fly with our spirits, Miranda
my bleeding heart
and set us free
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
