the Vietnam War has ruined so much good music for me
CCR, The Doors – I cannot hear the songs
without thinking
of bombs dropping
skanky Asian prostitutes and yokels abroad
smoking cigarettes and talking about Charlie
thankfully Zeppelin and Zappa
they seemed to stay untainted
un-coloured by the jaded brush-strokes
held by history’s hand
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
