Poetry of undergrowth, grass and roots gently breaking through things built; blossoming vines, winter blasts with snow feeling like needles, sarcasm as in shredding flesh, romance of rust.
Darling strangers. I break the ongoing silence of my ponderings by sharing the MySpace profile of a very dear artist. There are presently three touching ...
Well, I have never seen such a terrible roomGilded with the gold teeth of the women who loved youThe room incites a moment of hubris. It's accessible every now ...
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty womenThere's a shoulder where Death comes to cryThere's a lobby with nine hundred windowsThere's a tree where the doves go to ...
Luminary language, lozenges with coffee.Sleight loof hurdy-gurdy legerdemain. Carouse (gar aus) or slatter. Rate or berate. Nigh genuflect, smitten. A pert ...
I simply have to share this gentle nature/culture piece by a fellow deviant. Click to read, please.Originally Mother Gaia by *humon at deviantART.