Archive | July 22, 2014
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to know the future
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
You may wonder why, I’m not describing the landscape for you it’s not my business as a poet anymore you have eyes and a soul as wide as a universe, eyes for hieroglyphics and physics a heart made of pure alchemy if you’d only believe it It was not my…
global connectivity
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
it’s survival here, nothing new lungs knotted by thirst sunheat in our heart, starving to belong it’s corrupt the way the social feeds are telepathic last chance for freedom not likely, when water goes on the stock-markets I’m pinned by this world like as the love for my criminal child…
whispering the unsung sex
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
the wild flowers know where it begins a sweet resistance of eyes that melts where love drips behind the petals of hushed uncertainties where our bodies flower for a while intoxicated spirits meet like dragonflies, with no hiding places not found out by our passion’s wick where burns a slow…
This week’s Summer Reads guest is…me!
Originally posted on Suddenly they all died. The end.:
This week, it’s my turn! I hope you’ve enjoyed everyone’s recommendations so far – this has been a whole lot of fun, and I’m tickled to share my summer book picks with you. Read on to find out what they are, and don’t forget to enter…
Growing Old Gracefully (or NOT)
Originally posted on The Universe According to Snow White :
Ah, aging. If you have hit 40, possibly even your late 30’s, then you are familiar with the feeling of dismay that comes when a new sign of aging appears. These signs come in a variety of ways, both physical and mental. Gravity kicks in. You…
How I discovered . . . Chenoa
Originally posted on The Opening Sentence:
No, I’m not claiming credit for ‘discovering’ Chenoa, I’m talking about the intoxicating days in 2010 when I first came across Laura Corradini, known professionally as Chenoa. The story begins with the Wacky Races and there can be few people my age, outside North Korea, who didn’t grow up…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 