The WOW and Woe moments of an irrepressible woman. DAISY DOES HER MASTERS IN CREATIVE WRITING. INTERNATIONAL JAZZ DAY BLOGGING EVENT CHALLENGE. Danger lurks in wild-eyed faces. Thoughts restrained to assuage feelings inverted debases. Danger thrusts a third eye world view,. Of hatred and vomit a careless overlook of blind men seeking to anew. Danger, it hawks in on her.

Body followed sacrament Meant to collapse inward, A surrendered Read More. The Secret of the Girl in the Tree. You speak to me so soft. Whispering we share one soft heart,. The reason we need God,.

Clandestine tales cling to these forlorn ankles. Aquarian, feeding me waters from his underbelly. And cold planets submerged in cavities. He, the merchant of many aches. Aquarian, pumping into my tubular body. Shells and layers, falling and holding. Embedding into my polar voids, my scales, cells and lesions.

A Forum for Divergent Literature. The Writings of Jasper Kerkau. The Whisper and the Roar. Is it supposed to be this way? Hey you. God, why am I. Can you spare a holy smoke? You know the man who said he knew you tried to teach us.

Of some leaves and lies. There was that day when. I sought to find you in the dew drops. Of a broken sense of longing,. And there is today when i. Betray the silence by breathing your name-. Of human and what makes you. Some lost trinkets of ours are learning to speak. A love note to my hallucinations. We were straight lines hooked at the beginning. Where eyes beat for hearts.

Our kind of pain is obscene. A broth of pride, revenge, relief and sadness. This dolor bellows, it swells day and night. Daily, we submit everywhere, we bruise our knees, bruise our pale foreheads. But the grief is a tick. Our kind of pain perturbs, and no one feels it but us;.

Rediscovering my inner badass at 50. Friends of Brave and Reckless. You say my name Reverently A prayer A benediction It is a revelation As if I have never heard My name before Never. Adorned with cold starlight stare.

To the skies from a hillside. But then Dawn had an idea. They never had a purpose, other than to give the soil some nutrients.