In height of dry summers heat
scent of a redwood
image located in the gallery Giants in the Sun here
A few thoughts.....
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
..... Just ....... Haiku .....
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
Writing to Transcend
I am an Epigraph sometimes... That's when I stray here.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Was I born a masochist or did society make me this way? I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible.
"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back." ... these are my songs and whispers.
The Ridges of Intertextuallity
Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés
A Hopefully Formerly Depressed Human Vows To Practice Self-Approval
Practical thoughts for a better life