Of Love And Lana Del Rey Before Dawn
We have this picture of me taken the summer of 1983, and the freckles on my face have quadrupled, and I’m smiling like an idiot cause it is my birthday. It was taken at the yellow brick bungalow beside Grandma’s where I grew up, just after blowing out 16 candles. In truth, I don’t really remember the day, but we have this picture from that … Continue reading Of Love And Lana Del Rey Before Dawn
my vintage rose
you were made for me faded and jaded are we with dented fenders submitted for / a good match Continue reading my vintage rose
How Do You Say Goodbye?
But spring is on it’s way, as Penny and I again saw the Tundra Swans migrating overhead in a loose V. And I’m sorry I haven’t written, I could say I’ve been busy, but that would be a lie. I think it was this desire to just simply explore what I wanted to create, after being Freshly Pressed. Like wow, and oh my gosh, and … Continue reading How Do You Say Goodbye?
and i always say thank you when i leave
along the river back to the grotto i rode this beautiful day Continue reading and i always say thank you when i leave
a tryst with the sun
a radiance luminous across the snow we are aroused Continue reading a tryst with the sun
shadows
are we just etching these divisions into those glass houses sketching fables while shadow puppets on the wall play tricks with perception submitted for the weekly photo challenge | shadow Continue reading shadows
solitude within a crowd
that intimacy shared underneath the branches of a Maple tree submitted for the weekly photo challenge | solitude Continue reading solitude within a crowd
back to the orchard
we return, again and she runs ahead with her joyful abandon Continue reading back to the orchard
from last summer
the meadow on these dark days of winter whisper sweet nothings to the blank page Continue reading from last summer
elephants in the room
time stands still if you pay attention if you stop and just gaze into the space which you happen to inhabit Continue reading elephants in the room
transmutation
a catalytic force of liberation and lessons once in a while my coyote trickster as i walk by these now usual haunts whispers Continue reading transmutation
The Best of ~ remnants, part four
originally published -> May 28th, 2013 in the bohemian grace of daffodils and whispering pines we are swaying, dancing our last waltz on a fresh path destined to opposite ways and goodbyes thru a twilight mist it fades campfire & squeeze-box and the glow of embers illuminate the moonlight and the fading coyotes call far off in the distance as we languish on these tired lines … Continue reading The Best of ~ remnants, part four
gear 1, 2, 3
and this i she rides by looking up cold blast i think fast down the city streets on my way to work up that hill gear 3, 2, 1 and i crest and i test this me the one eyeing 50 as i ride gear 1, 2, 3 Continue reading gear 1, 2, 3
by PaulaB 