I don’t think people know how to thinkThey look at others to confirm realitywho look at others and it goes on and onWe have inherited tribalismwhich rests in our mindwaiting for moments of disquietand the admittance of short term thinkingwhere …
I have never told anyone about this–that for years I worked for the Secret Service. I was part of an elite force consisting solely of blonde women. Once, I had to travel to the Middle East as a spy, or …
Free Minds is hosting our next virtual On the Same Page: Write Night, on September 23, from 7:00 to 8:30 pm EST! Click here to RSVP. On September 23, we will host our next Virtual Write Night. All you need …
Here it is again: September 1, 1939, eighty-one years later. Can you picture Auden at The Dizzy Club, that “dive” on Fifty-Second Street, (aka Swing Street) on that terrible day when the Germans invaded Poland and quaked the earth? One of …
A cold dripping mist enveloped me in its cloak It lifted me on to a cloud Strewn with large stones Invisible boulders caused me to stumble Reminding me while crouching forwards That it is alright to be humble It came …
i create rain just so you can look out just so it can help you to finally look inward and find me there waiting for you The post [341] Rainy Days appeared first on Smoke Words Every Day.
As at the winter solstice, when a faded blonde On the brink of middle age, goes to the salon To brighten up her outlook and her spirits (Warm water on her scalp, the rich shampoo That breathes of almond-blossoms), to submit To …
By MH They ask me what’s wrong with your beloved? She looks sad, heartbroken, and in despair Where is her smile you often praise? I answered them my beloved is sick She’s in pain, she has been for awhile It …