Wave after wave, the ocean counts the cost by piling sheets of water on the sand. I dreamt before your birth that you were lost. I think I have begun to understand. By piling sheets of water on the sa… more →
Melinda Smith's Mull and FiddleGarrettMinistry.com wrote 1 week ago: Wouldn’t it be great if everyone could age as they do in Hollywood by taking unwanted years aw … more →
jannklose wrote 1 month ago: Greetings! I hope you are all enjoying Spring… I know it has been a while since I have written … more →
trumanmonitor wrote 4 months ago: Poem by | Brad Davis 1. birthday “Twenty-two is quite the worthless age, wouldn’t you agree? … more →
melindasmith wrote 4 months ago: Wave after wave, the ocean counts the cost by piling sheets of water on the sand. I dreamt before yo … more →
melindasmith wrote 4 months ago: As kids we poured our smart-arse scorn on the four-foot screeching Dalek hordes because a single fli … more →
melindasmith wrote 4 months ago: inspired by the abstract portrait ‘Sappho’ by visual artist Kirsten Farrell Sex still draws us into … more →
melindasmith wrote 4 months ago: London. February. A bitter Tuesday stalled between stations on the District line. I can see my breat … more →
melindasmith wrote 4 months ago: I am a sundial in a sunken garden. On the days when you show your face I bask, all those long warm h … more →
melindasmith wrote 4 months ago: Inspired by the abstract portrait ‘Virginia Woolf’ by visual artist Kirsten Farrell Veiled in muslin … more →
melindasmith wrote 4 months ago: A long rolling roomful of frost-brightened faces, or strangers to sweat with at forty degrees; a bab … more →
melindasmith wrote 4 months ago: She laughs – too loudly. More champagne. Pushing thirty, wearing seventeen. from Pushing thi … more →
melindasmith wrote 4 months ago: All night on the road: a thin grey conveyor belt moves from dark to dark. from Pushing thirty, wear … more →
melindasmith wrote 4 months ago: (with apologies to Philip Larkin and A.A. Milne) I am a room in a chopped-up house (in a five-bed, n … more →
melindasmith wrote 4 months ago: They lured each other down onto the beach with sidelong ripple-whispers and the light but tidal tug … more →
simonjoeyrobertson wrote 5 months ago: (Note to the unsuspecting reader: This week’s post contains even more pretension and … more →
Todd Frisbie wrote 7 months ago: Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin’ high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming … more →
Musical Stew Daily wrote 7 months ago: Here’s a clip of the rehearsals for Dylan’s 30th anniversary in 1992, “My Back Pag … more →
mannabozo wrote 1 year ago: My Back Pages by Bob Dylan Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin’ high and … more →