II. Passing Tracks
Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.
Author: Ohhhwillow
Everyday, ungrounded existentialism 🍃🎪
Spray Paint
Colouring in
Chewing Gum
Layers
Lovehearts
Take one
Intercom
Note to self
Sea Salt
Sense is the seeing, believing, the touching, tasting, the being
Green Hips
The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.
Terra 6
Originally posted on Creative Mine:
I tell ya, after 37 years on the force, you think nothing can really surprise you anymore. You start getting comfortable in your desk chair, waiting for the next call to come in. Couple homicides before lunch. Enjoy a minestrone while catching up on the news for an hour. Maybe…
Salt Tongue
We pepper our words for the common feast
Two months since losing Dad
Originally posted on Allison's Blog:
When I write anything I publish, I like to envision us in a boat, on a smooth luscious river where it’s velvety and steady, or seated together where I’m using decadent thick paint to tell a story in multiple colours, affecting textures across a canvas. But today, my quill…
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