Scraping the blue sky Hong Kong’s boxes of refuge, Heart is the real home.… more →
one haiku per dayalicewandersland wrote 5 days ago: The town or village of Orosi seems worlds away from San Jose or the cities that surround its perimet … more →
alicewandersland wrote 1 week ago: I write this from Orosi, a small Costa Rican town in narrow valley of shapely green mountains beneat … more →
alicewandersland wrote 1 week ago: I have left the city behind and now i sit at airport waiting to leave, smoking a last cigarette watc … more →
alicewandersland wrote 2 weeks ago: When we feel the energy of a place, what exactly is it that we are feeling? Just how porous are we? … more →
alicewandersland wrote 1 month ago: Halloween approaches and tales of ghosts and ghouls and spirits haunting in the night abound. I deci … more →
starbear wrote 2 months ago: Love has no boundaries... StarBear interviews Artist, Betsy Lewis (Bear) What kind of “Art” is thi … more →
bloglbt wrote 4 months ago: Hey bloggers, while keeping on posting and sharing our travelling experiences, we would like to shar … more →
essayista wrote 7 months ago: Scraping the blue sky Hong Kong’s boxes of refuge, Heart is the real home. … more →
essayista wrote 7 months ago: Humour of all kinds Spread all about the great earth, Sugar-coated life. … more →
essayista wrote 8 months ago: Silver blue glimmer On wings in the morning sun, Soaring over clouds. … more →
essayista wrote 9 months ago: Heavy metal guy Flying in dream machines, Sailing in blue skies. … more →
essayista wrote 9 months ago: Wild in the country With blasting horns far away, Naked spirits thrive. … more →
essayista wrote 10 months ago: Sun’s glare, shielded eyes Downunder’s summer swelter, Cold beer on the porch. … more →
essayista wrote 10 months ago: Do you see blue sky? Seabirds flutter out of reach, Pity the lost soul. … more →
essayista wrote 10 months ago: Tallowed wicks sputter Beneath jagged, craggy cliffs, Lapping midnight sea. … more →
essayista wrote 10 months ago: Trek to the mountain Meander through the foothills, Swirling spirit mist. … more →
luckyloom1 wrote 10 months ago: For whatever you lose like a you or me, it’s always yourself you find by the sea – E.E. Cummings … more →
essayista wrote 10 months ago: Swerving the wrong way On roads paved with ice and snow, Grim merry-go-round. … more →
essayista wrote 11 months ago: Time to go outside And breath the air of happy, Smiling, always good! … more →