lipstick tastes
like jitterbug days–
an aide holds a mirror
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lipstick tastes
like jitterbug days–
an aide holds a mirror
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
Guitarist / Songwriter
Poetry, Fiction & Photography
New content every Sunday.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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to be worth sharing
Domenic Garisto / LIFE IS NOT A REHERSAL,SO LIVE IT..if you can't be the poet, be the poem..havau22.com
One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
A Poet's Place | Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine is Publishing Poetry Submitted by Published & Emerging Writers,
Cat Nap Revue 
OK: I’ll bite? What flavor?
This needs revision, revision, revision
Sometimes – okay, often – I’d just settle for Visioin and worry about the “Re” later. Takes moral courage to fling thine own self outwards and wonder why you didn’t insist on wings for the lifesaver (sans rope) you just tossed. Mucly, I just fold over the page in my reporter’s notebook (use legal ledger pads for the unhaikued stuff, but currently out of that tree-poop.
“Muchly” not “Mucly,” though that newWord reeks possibility, no?