ailamathicurry.wordpress.com
Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths | Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies.Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies.
http://ailamathicurry.wordpress.com/
Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies.
http://ailamathicurry.wordpress.com/
TODAY'S RATING
>1,000,000
Date Range
HIGHEST TRAFFIC ON
Monday
LOAD TIME
2.8 seconds
16x16
32x32
PAGES IN
THIS WEBSITE
10
SSL
EXTERNAL LINKS
10
SITE IP
192.0.78.13
LOAD TIME
2.781 sec
SCORE
6.2
Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths | Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies. | ailamathicurry.wordpress.com Reviews
https://ailamathicurry.wordpress.com
Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies.
ailamathicurry.wordpress.com
govindnr | Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths
https://ailamathicurry.wordpress.com/author/govindnr
Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths. Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies. Of Mirages and Monkeys. December 30, 2015. March 17, 2016. Last night, there were two triggers that set the imp loose in that vast dimension. . . Trigger: cigarette: Oh, what a great time for a smoke – that smell of fuming ash and paper in a breezy, odorless room; the warmish filter between fingers and a tight draw can just be perfect this moment. . . Or the other one? It’ll be a while u...
This is a poem; That is not. | Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths
https://ailamathicurry.wordpress.com/2015/10/15/this-is-a-poem-that-is-not
Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths. Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies. This is a poem; That is not. October 15, 2015. October 15, 2015. That is the right thing for This. How It needed This from all of That? But with This, That is a joke;. That is a wrong image of This. After That broke It, This saved the day. If This and That united,. If That and This reignited,. That is, forever - the eternal ever - changed. This, at the moment fakes for That.
About me | Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths
https://ailamathicurry.wordpress.com/about-me
Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths. Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies. If there is one thing that can change a person, it’s words. In a world of chaos and violence, the podium of meaning and purpose stands empty from time to time. That void, that time between times is where stories and poems can take a person through. I wish to find them and share it with the world. My debut book: Rehearsal Banquet. One thought on “ About me. November 20, 2015 at 7:08 pm.
Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths | Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies. | Page 2
https://ailamathicurry.wordpress.com/page/2
Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths. Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies. October 14, 2015. October 14, 2015. Excretes through bulging veins. With a grim regret of dependency. Greets under the dark sky. Handing time to come in a leaked hourglass. Time is no more ally than. Friends who befriend friendship. Endings drag on and on without assent. In the empty bedroom of stink. Time waits at the door alongside Death, ashamed. October 13, 2015. October 13, 2015. He took ...
Whistling Ambition | Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths
https://ailamathicurry.wordpress.com/2015/10/18/whistling-ambition
Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths. Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies. October 18, 2015. October 18, 2015. Alive in solitude, dead in company. Aroused in fear, wandering in gossip. Pink hands blacken with fatigue. Coverless nights battle loss and fortune. Until every image is photographed. Under the round sky of reality. 6 thoughts on “ Whistling Ambition. October 18, 2015 at 2:27 pm. The life of a photographer I presume? October 18, 2015 at 2:46 pm. Thanks Miche...
TOTAL PAGES IN THIS WEBSITE
10
August | 2015 | The Mystic Fool
https://mysticfool.wordpress.com/2015/08
Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. Archive for August, 2015. So we talk about it. The thing that makes us. We are nothing like. And there’s wistfulness. In the ragged hormones. Because we both know. That no matter what. We’d like to do. In some wildly inappropriate. We are on this side. And we can see behind us. The shapes of all the reasons. In the flash heat. That would be hot enough. To melt the glass. And take down everything. We’ve built up. To do the right thing. So I tell you.
Do You | The Mystic Fool
https://mysticfool.wordpress.com/2015/08/15/do-you
Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. August 15, 2015. Do you want me. To write a poem. Would you wear it. Like an uneven scarf. Because I made it. In the back of an unused drawer. Only when I mentioned it. I wouldn’t mention it. Is more vivid in my mind. Than anything I could create. The strands of twisted color. That reflected on your body. The curls pulling at your hair. From the moisture of sweat. Of something we don’t speak of. Sounding in your dark eyes. If I write for you. There is a ...
The Fox Dream | The Mystic Fool
https://mysticfool.wordpress.com/2015/06/06/the-fox-dream
Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. June 6, 2015. From the edge of the woods. An old fox limped. Russet fur matted with burrs. He was ready to die. And we both knew it. And he raised his chin. By the bravery of. 8216;Hello, friend’. To make myself small. But he was past fear. And went to his belly. We sat a moment. While he caught his breath. Beneath his unkempt fur. When he looked up. His eyes were like honey. I felt the tears. I did not know were coming. Slide down my cheeks. There is a ...
August Sunrise | The Mystic Fool
https://mysticfool.wordpress.com/2015/08/15/august-sunrise
Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. August 15, 2015. She sat on the porch swing alone. Her spoon scraping plastic. Of the night before. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
the semicolon project | The Mystic Fool
https://mysticfool.wordpress.com/2015/06/20/the-semicolon-project
Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. June 20, 2015. 8220;I got this tattoo as a promise to myself that I would never willingly end my sentence.”. A shout-out for suicide prevention and the moment by moment struggle to keep writing and avoid putting period to the gift that is both pain and beauty. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
May | 2015 | The Mystic Fool
https://mysticfool.wordpress.com/2015/05
Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. Archive for May, 2015. Just imagine this in the voice of Garrison Keillor doing The Writer’s Almanac. And here is a poem, by his third wife, Caroline, who married him on the beach in Plum Island and later scattered some of his ashes in the surf there, both times surrounded by his family. It is entitled “February, 1997”. I lay down with you. After having known you. For several years,. We were in your attic bedroom. Overlooking the Merrimac River,. Cruisin...
Hive | The Mystic Fool
https://mysticfool.wordpress.com/2015/06/23/hive
Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. June 23, 2015. I learned long ago. That it’s all about magic. And magic is natural. That somehow we control it. But the most we ever do. Is conspire with it. Watch its ebb and flow. And move to its melody. Sometimes a beat behind. Where the sweetest flowers. We won’t all be able. More’s the pity. But even if we have to. We can still admire. The slide of the magic. Glistening in each other’s eyes. Shimmering down each other’s limbs. Straight from the comb.
Requiem (for Mani) | The Mystic Fool
https://mysticfool.wordpress.com/2015/05/30/requiem-for-mani
Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. May 30, 2015. Just imagine this in the voice of Garrison Keillor doing The Writer’s Almanac. And here is a poem, by his third wife, Caroline, who married him on the beach in Plum Island and later scattered some of his ashes in the surf there, both times surrounded by his family. It is entitled “February, 1997”. I lay down with you. After having known you. For several years,. We were in your attic bedroom. Overlooking the Merrimac River,. We had talked,.
June | 2015 | The Mystic Fool
https://mysticfool.wordpress.com/2015/06
Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. Archive for June, 2015. I learned long ago. That it’s all about magic. And magic is natural. That somehow we control it. But the most we ever do. Is conspire with it. Watch its ebb and flow. And move to its melody. Sometimes a beat behind. Where the sweetest flowers. We won’t all be able. More’s the pity. But even if we have to. We can still admire. The slide of the magic. Glistening in each other’s eyes. Shimmering down each other’s limbs. And so we sat.
Texting | The Mystic Fool
https://mysticfool.wordpress.com/2015/05/11/texting
Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. May 11, 2015. Here, they travel, from miles apart to city streets, into the desert and through a storm, to a jungle where they come together. Kissing you all over would be heaven. You make me smile, mio, when you flirt. You are torturing me from afar. You have a way with you. Like spice on the back of my tongue. A memory of something that hasn’t happened yet. Cruising down my spine…. Oh to kiss it…. Your neck, your shoulders…. As I caress you. Only to be...
TOTAL LINKS TO THIS WEBSITE
10
ailamaqfirlana
You can replace this text by going to "Layout" and then "Page Elements" section. Edit " About ". Ada kesalahan di dalam gadget ini. 8220;TENTANG AKU DAN KAMU”. 8220;TENTANG AKU DAN KAMU”. Langkahku terhenti saat hati mulai mencair karena rindu…. Tataplah mentari, karena hari ini semuanya harus kita akhiri. Genggamlah jariku, karena mungkin kita tak mungkin kembali ke masa-masa ini…. Peluk tubuhku ini, karena sungguh… aku ingin. Pertama ku sentuh warnamu, saat hati ini gersang, penuh dengan debu…. Walau h...
AiLaMar Design | Design Blog in Progress
Design Blog in Progress. March 8, 2011. Welcome to WordPress.com. This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging! The Twenty Ten Theme. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com. The Twenty Ten Theme. Follow “AiLaMar Design”. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox. Build a website with WordPress.com. Add your thoughts here. (optional).
ARASHIWOOD
Sep 5th, 2010 at 11:36 AM. Looks like i'm going to post here from now on. The death of vox is still heartbreaking for me. Powered by LiveJournal.com. Designed by Lilia Ahner.
Random Ramblings
DIY Facial to restore natural ph. Right so, DIY time! I know I've been MIA lately, but I've had so much going on that I've abandoned my little bloggity. But I'm determined to change that now! 1 tsp Apple Cider Vinegar. Seperate the egg, yoke in one bowl and whites in another. Whisk the egg whites until they're frothy. This will make it easier to apply the mask later. Add honey and vinegar to the yoke, mixing until combined. Add the yoke mixture to the egg whites, stirring constantly until combined. You c...
Aila Marttila
Olen tamperelainen ratkaisukeskeisiä menetelmiä hyödyntävä psykoterapeutti ja työnohjaaja. Tarjoan psykoterapiakeskusteluja erilaisiin henkilökohtaisiin elämänkriiseihin ja haastaviin muutostilanteisiin. Toimin opiskelusta ja työelämästä selviytymisen tukena. Yrityksille ja yhteisöille järjestän yhteisötyönohjausta, joka tähtää työhyvinvoinnin ja työyhteisön vuorovaikutuksen kehittämiseen. Lämpimästi tervetuloa tutustumaan yritykseni tarjoamiin terapia- ja työnohjauspalveluihin.
Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths | Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies.
Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths. Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies. Of Mirages and Monkeys. December 30, 2015. March 17, 2016. Last night, there were two triggers that set the imp loose in that vast dimension. . . Trigger: cigarette: Oh, what a great time for a smoke – that smell of fuming ash and paper in a breezy, odorless room; the warmish filter between fingers and a tight draw can just be perfect this moment. . . Or the other one? It’ll be a while u...
Aila May and Elle Jolie
Aila May and Elle Jolie. March 10, 2008 9lbs 1oz, 22in September 12, 2009 7lbs 11oz, 20.5in. Monday, November 7, 2011. A Whole New Life. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, or end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's to happen next.". She goes Tues/Thurs from 8:30-11:30. Everyday she comes home with a new project she has ...
Index of /
Aila Medeiros
I made this widget. Quinta-feira, 13 de outubro de 2011. Apesar da sociedade moçambicana se ter tornado muito mais complexa, muitas das regras tradicionais de organização ainda se encontram baseadas na "linhagem". Com o crescimento demográfico, novas invasões e principalmente com a chegada dos mercadores, a estrutura política tornou-se mais complexa, com linhagens dominando outras e finalmente, formando-se verdadeiros estados na região. Um dos mais importantes foi o primeiro estado do Zimbabué. O que par...
AILA - Authorization required
Please log in to continue. Please login to continue to the page you have requested. Log in with Facebook. Log in with Google. Powered by Wild Apricot.
域名售卖
