The crackling sound from the vinyl
record is still hanging in the liberated
airspace of our room.
Petting your feet, that found their comfort
on my lap. 28 more words
2 days, 23 hours ago
The Frankenstein Place
Things are hard.
Sometimes I think of giving up;
you’re not the only one.
Some days I look to your face
beauty, 60 more words
4 days, 2 hours ago
I place the pillow you sleep on
unto my face;
a quick retraction,
it still smells like you.
This skin is too warm,
I can’t breathe with it on. 80 more words
1 week ago
30 cm x 40 cm. Acryl en pen (Oost-Indische inkt) op papier.
‘Niets is wat het lijkt. De angst om te verdwijnen geeft je de vrijheid om te leven,’ sprak de Kraanvogel. 70 more words
1 week, 1 day ago
MY FRAIL BODY : THIS PALE ORCHID
YOUR SCARS GROW WITH YOU !
1 week, 5 days ago
BITES OF A DODO ; Weaving a labyrinth of day-dreams and night-dreams.
Your voice, it sooths
Like running cold water on a fresh burn
The words sound familiar, and they ring more than a few bells in my mind, to the rhythm of each line… 69 more words
1 week, 6 days ago
I’m planning to write a book about the Four Temperaments theory, but in the meantime I notice some of the search terms that bring people to my page, and in lieu of actual questions I thought I would respond to some of them. 1,300 more words