Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Sue Vincent's Daily Echo View original post

Drew Chial I have lived with my share of slackers; people who couldn’t be bothered to clean their hair dye out of the sink, to sweep up all their broken glass, or close the door on their way out of the apartment. These were people who used scuffed CDs as coasters for the beer bottles…

Originally posted on Zen and the Art of Tightrope Walking: Buffering… As I sit, summer is upon the British Isles and I’m doing my normal dodging the sun routine. I burn very easily, and I don’t like the feeling of sun cream so I only put it on if I am out for more than…

Originally posted on evelynralph: Second July Blog. Birthday Coffee. Oh for a cup of coffee Outside in rhe afternoon sun, A rickety table containing A cup and a sugary bun. A breeze blowng fresh from the corner, A friendly face, taking her ease, She’s eating a warm bacon sandwich, Sips frothy coffee, sweet as you…

Originally posted on Ellenbest24: <img title=”IMG_1276.JPG” class=”alignnone size-full” alt=”image” Bever swimming in the Tarn, French men partaking of a yarn. A distant Donkey has a bray As we begin a brand new day. Smell the coffee taste the bread, See the Heron overhead. Laundry drying on a line The forest scents the air with pine.…

simply beautiful… The Silent Eye In a silence broken only by breath Words lose their sound; Spill their essence on the pristine page Or curl in tendrils through a mind undone, Fleeing logic on wings of fantasy. Fabled spectres rear their heads, Horned dilemmas bow before a ghost Of newborn Understanding, Mewling helpless in a…

Silence.

BROKEN ANGEL (Danny Roberts I).

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Sue Vincent's Daily Echo View original post

Drew Chial I have lived with my share of slackers; people who couldn’t be bothered to clean their hair dye out of the sink, to sweep up all their broken glass, or close the door on their way out of the apartment. These were people who used scuffed CDs as coasters for the beer bottles…

Originally posted on Zen and the Art of Tightrope Walking: Buffering… As I sit, summer is upon the British Isles and I’m doing my normal dodging the sun routine. I burn very easily, and I don’t like the feeling of sun cream so I only put it on if I am out for more than…

Originally posted on evelynralph: Second July Blog. Birthday Coffee. Oh for a cup of coffee Outside in rhe afternoon sun, A rickety table containing A cup and a sugary bun. A breeze blowng fresh from the corner, A friendly face, taking her ease, She’s eating a warm bacon sandwich, Sips frothy coffee, sweet as you…

Originally posted on Ellenbest24: <img title=”IMG_1276.JPG” class=”alignnone size-full” alt=”image” Bever swimming in the Tarn, French men partaking of a yarn. A distant Donkey has a bray As we begin a brand new day. Smell the coffee taste the bread, See the Heron overhead. Laundry drying on a line The forest scents the air with pine.…

simply beautiful… The Silent Eye In a silence broken only by breath Words lose their sound; Spill their essence on the pristine page Or curl in tendrils through a mind undone, Fleeing logic on wings of fantasy. Fabled spectres rear their heads, Horned dilemmas bow before a ghost Of newborn Understanding, Mewling helpless in a…

Silence.

BROKEN ANGEL (Danny Roberts I).