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.

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.

my controlled ascent

living and loving as a married submissive in my D/s marriage

Filimages

A quoi servent les images que l'on ne montre pas ?

BlogUnseen

Written Thoughts, Spoken through verse...

Jupiter's Lair

Because a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste...

A Quest for the Uncliche

Sharing my experiences of my quest for the uncliche, with the hope of learning more and inspiring some crazy soul in this overworked vacation deprived country..

Shreya Vikram

Blurring the lines between poetry and prose

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