Crayola haïku…
Will keep my shades on Soft “tickle me pink” tinted Life needs fantasy
The little green house…
Previously posted August 28th of 2017. Via today’s Dailyprompt: Magnetic I never went looking for her, but I guess I unconciously hoped all my life, that our roads would cross at some point. I certainly dreamed about her, although I never could have drawn her face before the day we finally met. She is…… Continue reading The little green house…
After Eight Moments…
I remember you well, in the Chelsea Hotel… – Leonard Cohen If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Pas choisi, non… Pas tout à fait et C’est la beauté de la chose… La vie t’a imposé à moi comme la plus naturelle évidence.
It’s the Weekend Share @ Trina’s
You still have a little time to leave your favorite links at Trina’s, but don’t wait too long, if you want her to share them with her readers 🙂 It’s been a long day, but I am headed to Trina’s to leave my weekly links! Come on, take a minute and join us… And we…… Continue reading It’s the Weekend Share @ Trina’s
Another mermaid party!!
I am at work, and don’t have much time to make a more elaborate post, but there is no way I’ll let this go unnoticed! After Nikki, Trina and Sara, today we’re celebrating another mermaid’s birthday! E, from Born in Providence is the mermaid of the day, and I’d like to invite you all…… Continue reading Another mermaid party!!
Haute écriture…
Previously posted February 19th of 2017. Your words, they fit me like a glove Intricate fabric of emotions, of chills of butterflies, inked on my skin One by one stitched to my stomach. You cut your stories, High fashion tails tailored to be wrapped around my hips… You write black classy lace,…… Continue reading Haute écriture…
After Eight Moments…
You are just as a snowflake, Love! Amazing, complex and so very unique… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Waiting to exhale…
Previously posted on December 3rd of 2017. When you take my breath away… You have to give it back, eventually. Or at least offer mouth-to-mouth. Otherwise, it’s called murder, Love! .
Cattitude…
I want to be a cat.
