19 Wednesday Mar 2014
Posted in poems
Love Me Do
grey drapes hang behind
fuzzy black drainpipes stand straight
and askance
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black wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
curtains wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
grey wormhole: that’s me / in the corner that’s me in the spot light / losing my religion*
haiku(esque) wormhole: 1963
tv wormhole: the Avengers
Tintin, essays, and a hearty helping of criticism
Inspiration on the Vajrayana Path (if words too small, set browser to magnify to 125%)
Snapshots of remarkably unremarkable things and other discoveries.
hedy bach original photography mixed stories and music
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
ab ovo usque ad mala
I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.
Buddhist meditation center presenting pure Dharma teachings
Sparked by Words
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