Monthly Archives: November 2015

Late Afternoon

Memories follow us like vapour-trails,

sharp at first against stark skies but

quickly smeared by the

crosswinds of events evoking

other trails, intermingling, confused

into the drab grey of late afternoon, the

sudden bursts of noise, the

sudden silences of the birds.

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Drawers of Perception

Buried beneath underwear, or

piles of unpaid bills, in your

drawers of perception lies a box

labelled “self”, with (in the

opposite corner of the room)

Pandora tied to a chair, her

mouth taped, struggling,

exasperated.

Sex Matters ~ by May More

Don't Lose it or Confuse it

N A L I N D A

P H O T O G

Apollonia Saintclair

Ink is my Blood

CHARLESVAS

Alla ricerca della scatola magica...

Diana Marin

Fine Art Photography, Poetry, Multimedia art, & Editorials

Rusted Honey

Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry

Turning the Lights Off

Random musings inside my head no matter how hard I try to shut the damn lights off

Southern Georgia Bunny

Adventures of an Southern Bunny everything from dating, sex, life and shake your head moments.

Secret Dates Diary

Diary from a hotwife's perspective

Lessons in Kate

What can I teach you?

Human Pages

The Best of History, Literature, Art & Religion