mannequinenvy.com

concelebratory.blogspot.com

Concelebratory Shoehorn Review: October 2007

http://concelebratory.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html

A Monthly Literary and Arts E-Zine Thats The Perfect Remedy For Achilles Tendon. Monday, October 1, 2007. Maurice Oliver - Editor. Maurice Oliver - Editor. Labels: Photo by Leping Zha. Welcome to issue ten of CSR! Maurice Oliver - Editor. CSR: Issue Ten Contributors/Contents. About Art - "Non-Violence" Sculpture. About Music - Timo Mass. Maurice Oliver - Editor. Eleven Lines From Nowhere. The void was a unit of darkness, our bodies an instant, a clap,. The leaves had no destination. Verifying if the cact...

litesthesia.blogspot.com

Litesthesia: December 2005

http://litesthesia.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html

Where writing is like breathing. Welcome to JMWW's community of readers and writers. Time to Make the Donuts. Storysouths Million Writers Award Nominations. Conference: The Write Stuff. Baltimore City Lit Festival III. Two Girls, Fat and Thin. The Toughest Indian in the World. Introducing Maktaaq and Nanowrimo. JMWW: A Quarterly Journal of Writing. Electric Pen List of Literary Ezines. Six Gallery Press List of Literary Mags. New Pages Guide to Literary Mags. Lit Mag Central (web site of Laura Hird).

litesthesia.blogspot.com

Litesthesia: July 2005

http://litesthesia.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html

Where writing is like breathing. Welcome to JMWW's community of readers and writers. Time to Make the Donuts. Storysouths Million Writers Award Nominations. Conference: The Write Stuff. Baltimore City Lit Festival III. Two Girls, Fat and Thin. The Toughest Indian in the World. Introducing Maktaaq and Nanowrimo. JMWW: A Quarterly Journal of Writing. Electric Pen List of Literary Ezines. Six Gallery Press List of Literary Mags. New Pages Guide to Literary Mags. Lit Mag Central (web site of Laura Hird).

litesthesia.blogspot.com

Litesthesia: October 2005

http://litesthesia.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html

Where writing is like breathing. Welcome to JMWW's community of readers and writers. Time to Make the Donuts. Storysouths Million Writers Award Nominations. Conference: The Write Stuff. Baltimore City Lit Festival III. Two Girls, Fat and Thin. The Toughest Indian in the World. Introducing Maktaaq and Nanowrimo. JMWW: A Quarterly Journal of Writing. Electric Pen List of Literary Ezines. Six Gallery Press List of Literary Mags. New Pages Guide to Literary Mags. Lit Mag Central (web site of Laura Hird).

pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com

Picking Up Shiny Things: a winter day

http://pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-day.html

Thursday, January 06, 2011. Morning breaks, cut-glass bright and rife with winter. Birds I hear the stars shift just beneath the day’s blue. Façade, a whisper as silvery as the icy creek’s refrain. I miss the umber twilight, the grackles penciled in, charcoal. And sepia suggestions of movement. It is too keen,. This early light with shadows as sharp as calligraphy. There remain no pine swept paths, no sugar-sand ways. Where sea oats bow. There is only macadam and limestone,. Posted by Sea Dream Studio.

pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com

Picking Up Shiny Things: Anne, who would be queen

http://pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com/2011/03/anne-who-would-be-queen.html

Wednesday, March 23, 2011. Anne, who would be queen. Oh, that I might be tidy, sky blanched,. Fields ribboned, trees skinned of bark. But all is a-jumble, tangled and on fire. Your fox-grin is torn away by a gust. I am left to imagine your chattering jaw. If I were neat you would be buried. Behind the flat stones, courted. By cockroach and pin-light. But you are a shattered goblet, here. And there, sharp and eager for flesh. My shelves are rife with such stories,. Spines rotten and pages loose.

pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com

Picking Up Shiny Things: nineteen

http://pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com/2010/10/nineteen.html

Tuesday, October 26, 2010. I would offer up the violet cords. That twine my wrists, the knobby arc. Of my sleeping spine, the nakedness. Of my greed. Oh, pillow and moon,. Light severed by reeds, at night I wish. For impossible things. Coyotes run. Like starlings on the wind, yet I remain. Astonished by the rush of seasons. I would, you know, even now,. Open my hands in honesty, forget. The reasons and regrets. If I could. Breathe again the river would sweep. The song from my mouth and all.

pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com

Picking Up Shiny Things: brief

http://pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com/2011/04/brief.html

Monday, April 04, 2011. I found the blue one on the bottom of the cage,. Dead in the way that only birds can be,. A feathered husk. It weighed no more. Than the memory of an unremarkable day. I might have worn it on a thread, an ornament. Of sky and sad curled feet. Things die. We are such unheeded orphans, afterthoughts. At best. Our histories are barely mounds. Upon the earth’s resilient back. Our stories. Find no audience. The long nights consume. The heart, the heft of bone, the light. The cost of war.

pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com

Picking Up Shiny Things: December 2008

http://pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html

Friday, December 05, 2008. Boundaries collapse within my fist,. Crushed like ancient lace. When I lift my hand to the wind. It is sacred to watch. Them sough the air with immunity. I have not finished the bletted quince. I am waiting for time to reveal. The hues of this fisted apple. The door is peeling now. The paint. Has given up its desire to oversee. The small leavings of this house. Has it been months, already. Since I came inside , since the orchard. Bloomed and scattered velvet. The cost of war.

pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com

Picking Up Shiny Things: remains

http://pickingupshineythings.blogspot.com/2011/03/remains.html

Wednesday, March 23, 2011. The bones of your dory rest under the pines. Untouched since last August,. She gathers webs and shadows. She should be long done, painted, varnished,. Graceful in the bay. The wood sits beneath the sky,. Bears the sun and moon, the rain. The wind hums through her,. For your hands to finish her. Posted by Sea Dream Studio. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. This is my President. Sea Dream Studio Shop. The cost of war. Johannes Linstead enchanting music.