@ Christ Church International
@ Christ Church International
Each winter old astronauts sleep in the mountains.
Fingers grow everywhere in the snow like ballpoint pens
after the Deluge. The best always die first,
Noah used to say. Do you by any chance believe that?
Wasn’t he just a misogynist control freak? Don’t good
things last forever? Or is forever too time-consuming
to your taste? The best always die first, but carpenters
escape from the disciples into outer space and cease
clipping the hair and nails and roar with joy. Haven’t you seen
the planes and mallets in museums, those they left behind?
Music is a boiled chicken
that asks St. Paul
why he is such a jerk.
But he is not
a jerk. He doesn’t even need
a lift to the flophouse
I am too old to accept the male creator.
I know a bird is a muddy window to his headaches.
I’ve seen the list of people heavens asked to feed their toes to fish.
I’ve seen the list of vipers heavens asked to chew bubble gum.
Yes I know a bird is a muddy window to his headaches.
And a fish is always faithful to an earthworm.
And a pine is a proper song to forget a child under.
And weathervanes are good means to forgive the color of your eyes.
It can be hard to breathe for a star,
to shine for a spider. Dust can fill everything
besides your armpits. It’s about time
to take a picture, perhaps, or get lost
amidst Christless crosses in the Saturnian woods,
the boondocks of the universe, to call out to the patron saint
(in case you remember the name, of course)
amidst clothed crosses. There are always cracks
in eggshells, fingernails and walls, after all. There are always crackpots
among firemen and electricians. There are always beatific butchers
among harpists and trumpeters.
You'll get to taste both!
Create Your Own Happiness
2 Lines each day...
Exploring creativity and beauty across different media. Scholarly and journalistic. Lushly illustrated. Passionately global.
Playa del Carmen, Tulum, Cancun, Riviera Maya, Cenotes, Sian Ka'an, Cozumel, Bacalar, Mahahual, Monterrey...
I'm the last words of a slain poet
Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.
-- History | Geography | Development | Individuality --
art is worship.
let the conversation begin.
“Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.” ― Anaïs Nin
the literary asylum
help for the movement (graphics)
Current Affairs and Aesthetics.
And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.
Be the reason for million smiles but never be a reason for even a single grudge
Poetry, free verse, haiku, senryu, photography, books, art, philosophy , nature.
Urban Minimal and Abstract Photography by Stuart Allen
Sabbles woz 'ere
einige mehr oder weniger tolle ideen um die fotografie
Dream big! Live bigger!
Curious soul of the universe.
Attempting not to make too little or too much sense
a place of works & progress
i paint with light; but i also paint pictures with words...
photography and traveling. | by Lois Key
Now..... Free... Peace.....
By Tony Single
Visual Poetry, Thoughts and Conceptual Drawings
The world as I see it, according to myself.