Five ways to make perfume. I Blade the neck of flowers. Distill oil, soft as vanilla. II First bite into apple. Growing a thin amber of silk wings. Upon another layer, threads. V Moonlight on your arms. The fruit of my desire.

Sunday, February 15, 2015. A Worthy Path to Style. This post comes at a time that is new and exciting for me. I have recently become a stylist for a New York City based fashion house called W by Worth. I was first approached last summer about this opportunity, but things were just too crazy for me. the PTA, the PPO, the house, the kids, my darling hubby and that crazy dog! Well, there I stood, Miss Skeptical, arms full of outfits that I wanted and fell in love with and my decision was made.

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Audrey Howitt Poetry, Alive and Well. The Morgue File by Agila. She burns her face in black. Bark, etching new stories. In the lines around her eyes. Of the green man now gone. As birds piston in acrid air. Only roots remember his name. Thin bones, wrapped in white hair. Long fingers spread shoots,. Green with spring thrum,.

The full moon comes soon. Twice this month is nice. This blood moon makes us swoon. 169; Rebecca Sanchez 2018. Yes, I did rhyme syzygy, look it up.

What a Seagull Never Told You. When hopes soar, and thoughts flutter. Sometimes they land on a blog. Wednesday, October 11, 2017. Autumn writes her own poetry,. Yes you are being sent on a wild goose chase! Tuesday, March 29, 2016. For The Tuesday Platform Imagined by Kerry. It is the hour to rend thy chains,.

The spleen I have against St. Was a horny bastard, a fiddler and drinker. Auctioneer who was booted off. The farm when my granddad was born. David eventually came back to atone,. He burnt his fiddle in a field and sired.

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I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem. Thursday, March 22, 2018. In the Heart of Shadows. Photo by Siri from Pexels. Breaks time into dreams,. We dance hip to hip,. Along our skin only we know,. And slip out of worry into union. In our room of escape. A Kiss, A Charm.

Life The contiguous two answering beats of the heart. The eupneic of air through the narrow parting of the lips. A multitude of flashes captured by the eye. Life is about living, but very few people really live it. To actually live it, you must have the wish to live it which is the quintessential element everyone must possess.