trapped within a mountain’s belly
cold and clammy rocks below me
scared of my shadow, afraid of the light
I can stand the ceiling drips
this over-crowded cavern
at the centre of the earth
reaching down and deeper still
pulling out my demons
lay my head upon this cliff
and dream of the sun
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"
WELCOME TO om3ssa's MUSIC FREAKISHNESS AT THE WORLD WIDE WEB
let the conversation begin
Paradigm Shift, Mindfulness, and Personal Empowerment
But Still Living The Life
frugal fun, family & food
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
- Chitkala
The chronicles of a new father
