Go To - Home Page. The Writing Garden Issue Four. The Writing Garden Issue Three. The Writing Garden Issue Two. I slept inside a book today the pages closed behind me The world grows dim and slips away and here a voyeur at the feast am I Swallowed words unfolding in my hands Close up magic performing tricks for the imagination M.

When we give credit to thinking a certain item, or a certain place, or a certain anything will make us happier, we forget about how much happiness we get from simply the novelty of it. Think about the last thing you bought for enjoyment. Was it a DVD? In my usual case, A Video Game? Novelty wears.

A priestess, holding a sacred chalice up to the Gods. Her fingers are not from the delicate porcelain hands of a doll. They are warm and vibrant against each side of my neck. Muscles in my neck strain to resist falling to Her gravity. A gentle head shake and a wicked smile. Her eyes tell me that this will not be rushed. Despite the Thunder, rolling in my Chest. I remain a compliant vessel.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts. Music Flight of the Bumblebee. He was the ever shallow pool of liquid amber. He was the clink of ice, the red booths. He was the motels, the Murphy beds, the naps. He was the driver, never the talker. He was the ageless, the timeless. He was the walking wounded.

Hi my friends! With the start of this week, we said goodbye to Christmas holidays, the waking up at 11. 8211; INSALATA DI RADICCHIO, MELE E PROVOLONE! Two days .

You thought you saw me all. But there are shadows still in the dark. Tracing back to a void. But still a part of me. That is hard to reveal,. And so we land up. We are stories we live. But also those that were never. In eyes that saw dreams.