In every language
I understand cold
Fire, too
The meaning is not
In the sounds
So much as the actions
Arranged words
Shared with the world
Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
Poetry, stories and some random words...
Ideas, opinion, tips, advice, inspiration, and motivation of daily life.
A pitch + moodboard event for writers.
Benjamin Grossman 