While I was the guest teacher for a class she leads. These are very hot words that I see everywhere these days. We want to be the contrarian. The one who shakes things up. And I am ALL about those things. I mean, heck, my blog is called Escaping Mediocrity and I teach my children to be anything but sheep.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. Welcome to the Chamber of Stories, the nook for the brave minority of our population, which still tries to find the real beauty and the truth in the world which sometimes seems to lack it. Some are more, some are less serious, all for your enjoyment.

In the darkness of the moon. I saw the edge of. Breathless, fright had taken hold. Sunrise gifts a new day. Allowing love to conquer fear. California Ink In Motion by TheMsLvh. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.

Between his thighs and whispers his legs still. In her dreams drools, makes a ravine runs. They bathe each other in the stream. When her father dies,. The pie she bakes is moist with tears. Her absence leaves splotches of sadness. From where they rest their heads to where.

A community of people reading and writing poems, moving words. Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start. Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014 Issue 1. And with that, I wish to make a second announcement. We will no longer be providi.

This representative work of fiction was inspired by a One Single Impression. The no longer being able.

Dreams Are My Reality v 2. Posted by Amity in Uncategorized. Posted by Amity in haiku. Patience at the helm! September 15, 2011.

On February 2, 2013 by The Dark Lord. To see the mighty skies through the translucence of one modest marble. Held firmly betwixt trembling fingers caked with dirt. A bottled shrine of fearful ambitions lest they recline in labyrinthine alleys of the night. Will it fade as fleeting dreams of impecunious lives? Or will an epitaph be etched in ink of everlasting glory? I saw you walking by.