It is a bubble of light dangling from the pendulum of judgement in the sky- back and forth hypnotic and enticing you and I to spend what we probably don’t have, on what we almost definitely desire- rather than ever need. The age of need is dead; the age of want is alive. What do […]
In a bath full of bubbles that glistened against a stark spot-light above, Yellow giggled at the thought: what if England went down the plug hole? She contemplated, where would all the people go, to the pipes to live down below, Yellow didn’t know? SO, what if England went down the plug hole? Would it […]
Yellow has day dreamed the morning away. An idea, a letter a telephone call, a ray of hope. And suddenly she had fallen into a day dream or was it under a spell? Fuelled by the dollar, she and her tangent went off skipping into a world of possibilities secured by the dollar. Yellow and […]
Yellow saw and watched and asked: What do you believe, Mr.President, when you want to change the world, when you want to win the vote. Is it what is in your head or in their minds? The President can’t have stage fright, Yellow thought. All those people standing in waiting, anticipating his arrival. There is […]
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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