The ritual
You shuffle your feet I do mine Around the ring we move and swing this way and that in a …
You shuffle your feet I do mine Around the ring we move and swing this way and that in a …
Expressive expressions expressly unexpressed in bottomless chasms suppressed. Mind refusing to delve on feelings detrimental recoils from retrieval pretending instead, …
In your eyes vestiges of a loss the reverberations becloud mine Summers are thorny there is nowhere to hide but …
Your crowded heart makes me suffocate There is not enough love for sustenance When I go away from you I …
The single window was closed curtains drawn In the dark, hidden, lay the immense oak chest filled to overflowing with …
...................... weaving words through dreams
Finding My Way Home
Politics, things that make you think, and recreational breaks
The blog of Sandy J. White
"How quickly comes the sun when first it sets its mind to rise." - - j. s. v.
goodies from my mailbox and camera
Urbanites in the woods, doing all our own stunts.
a 100-word story every day
The Pursuit of Writing
Book reviews, releases, writing advice and more... with a pinch of love and sarcasm
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” - Ernest Hemingway
Before I forget
Internal easing
World of P.G. Wodehouse
Never cease to explore and tell!
Undermining the Patriarchy Every Chance I Get. And I Get a Lot of Chances (Copyright Preserved)
I have no idea how that happened.