Desire dances in the wake of morning.
Gives to distraction of time’s limitation
When timeless lays in wait for the play
Bound to the tick tock of minutes passing
Sweetness lingers in repose quiet to my refrain
The laze of a Sunday keeps her desire to herself
When time holds no hold of wants caress
And desire gives free her dance not contained
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A podcast about wacky things and poems and also wacky things
Ann Arbor, Michigan
A collective of poems and photos. All photos taken by me unless stated otherwise.
writer, storyteller, veteran (see BirchBark Editing.com and MaxieJaneFrazier.com for more)
pleasantly unruly
imagine.create.become
THE CREATIVE PALACE FOR ARTISTS AND AUTHOR RESOURCES
poems, prose and pathways
By Tony Single
the literary asylum
Collaborative conversations with Life's wise whispers in service to personal and communal evolution. To book personal appointments and group experiences, contact me at circleways.james@gmail.com or at (416) 966 - 2685.
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“Everyone who is seriously involved in the pursuit of science becomes convinced that some spirit is manifest in the laws of the universe, one that is vastly superior to that of man.” - Albert Einstein
Creative Writing by Susan H. Hajec
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