04 Monday Apr 2016
Posted in poems
the mauve wind
blew against the window
as he shot
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childhood & wind wormhole: first Spring storm
death & life wormhole: a theremin note – poewieview #21
fater wormhole: London Hearts – poewieview #4
mauve wormhole: red ink
white wormhole: tong len / the inauguration of another – timely – butter fly effect / taking and giving
windows wormhole: hinged – From Hell ch. V
Om Ah Hung
Poems by Holly Lofgreen
The Teachings of Lama Shenpen Hookham
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.
This one haunted me with your compressive energy..so fine, Mark.
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thank you, Bonnie
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