The egoist in the corner has spoken. The bottle of empathy is dry- it dried out long before the auspicious day when the Angels tears fell. He sits there like Socrates synthesising and being cruel because he has nothing to give, his ego is too big. Clad in black he rocks back and forth occasionally […]
Yellow had a momentary relapse from reality. A picture book emerged in her mind with water coloured pictures that were coloured green like the grass and blue like the sky and she herself has buttercup yellow hair and wore a primrose coloured dress. The pictures are encircled with words that made sense and took adventure […]
I said my heart was not for sale, but I sold it all the same. With a few assets included, like my defiance, my arrogance, my insistence and my immodesty- I sold it to the unwitting buyer and now he owns my heart, he can pull at its strings.
By Lisa Smith Molinari
colourful observations
Blogger Without a Cause
Parts of stories I hope to make into whole stories. Eventually.
When only words will do.
Because moulds are for playdough, not people.
The world as I see it
Random thoughts from the realm of the real
This will detail my success as a 1st time epublisher... that is when I actually e-write it:)
\ˈprä-JECT-oh-fahyl\ (noun) 1. A lover of projects, especially those derived from scavenged materials and made more beautiful through paint, thread and sandpaper.
Research and writing on alternatives to the dominant order.
Welcome to your Near-Beth-Experience
Telling stories
Free Range Learning, Creative Living, Gentle Encouragement, Big Questions, Poetry, Occasional Drollery
In form we find that which is formeless.
Confessions of a Writer
crude inky blab
A blog about making it (and making out) in NYC.
Welcome to WordBowl! How it works: Folks like you send word suggestions (look below for link, or submit to wordbowl@gmail.com). I draw one at random and have my essayish-or-fictional way with it (handwriting in bars & coffee shops all over NYC). Let the word games begin!
betwixt the blossom and the bough
The big screen, the little screen and the scent of ink and book pages. Reviews, Ramblings and Pop Culture Analysis.
A Three Dog Life
Still warming up
Easily Startled, Probably Panicking
Social, Political, and Cultural Commentary
We never really grow up, we just learn how to act in public (some of us don't do that!)
Sorting it out one load at a time
Putting superstition and irreverence into Computer Science since 1984
No apologies - No Retreat - No surrender
Just another WordPress.com site
Through it all, your spirit's alive
There's a riot in my brain.
We are each day’s dawning, each moonlight’s glow. It’s within us all.
GAME PRODUCTION & RELEASE MANAGEMENT
Wine Reviews & Musings about the "Wine Lifestyle" in South Florida and Beyond
clawing at the keys
PERSONAL ESSAYS | POETRY | MEMOIR
A healthy balance of the mind, body and spirit
Musings about life and politics
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