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I'm Chasing a Ghost Chasing a ghost Or is it my own heart I'm searching I see no trace Just a scent of an old scene Haunting me at...
Poetry Monday
I'm Chasing a Ghost Chasing a ghost Or is it my own heart I'm searching I see no trace Just a scent of an old scene Haunting me at...
Collage collage collage
I attended a collage night last night. Although I've done collaging before and I've seen plenty of collage arts too, it wasn't as easy as I planned. The collage...
Collage collage collage
I attended a collage night last night. Although I've done collaging before and I've seen plenty of collage arts too, it wasn't as easy as I planned. The collage...
Hardheaded women, the best ones I know
What is it like to work with enthusiastic, hardheaded, heartfelt, kind, generous, amazing, talented, funny, and dedicated artists who are also busy mothers whose lives can sometimes be chaotic, messy,...
Hardheaded women, the best ones I know
What is it like to work with enthusiastic, hardheaded, heartfelt, kind, generous, amazing, talented, funny, and dedicated artists who are also busy mothers whose lives can sometimes be chaotic, messy,...
A poet who loved his apple tree
Once upon a time, there was a poet who loved his apple tree very much.... Every spring he would go out in his garden and count every petal of his...
A poet who loved his apple tree
Once upon a time, there was a poet who loved his apple tree very much.... Every spring he would go out in his garden and count every petal of his...
I Carry Your Heart in My Being
What would it feel like when you held someone's heart in your whole being?I bet it's light and dark, amazing and vulnerable, and holy and shitty all at the same.But...
I Carry Your Heart in My Being
What would it feel like when you held someone's heart in your whole being?I bet it's light and dark, amazing and vulnerable, and holy and shitty all at the same.But...
Poetry Monday
Not Today I have written hundreds of poems. My tears blurr them. I can't read what I wrote. Today. No, not today. It feels almost that those poems must...
Poetry Monday
Not Today I have written hundreds of poems. My tears blurr them. I can't read what I wrote. Today. No, not today. It feels almost that those poems must...