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The Waning Honeymoon , 1878 (oil on canvas) by George Henry Boughton          Old Woman by Suzanne Marie LeClair When she was a c...

Photo of his beloved Bandingo Farm by Robert Butkereit September 2, 2012 In stillness now, the beloved farm manifests the lovely ...

Aymara the Llama by Migy Blanco Dark blond and übersoft, my winter coat gained a magical air when the babysitter showed me the lab...

 Image via Pixdaus: 40 Breathtaking Places to See Before You Die by www.boredpanda.com - Venice, Italy In one ray of light a dust part...

The Room by Anne Selleck (2005) A ration of time, just a fraction. But fractured. Hard to schedule, hard to please. Dreaded. Can be dr...

The tuxedo t-shirt bar crew yelled Last Call to the crowd of hot grinding dancers      and solitary pointstars. Their club DJ seque...

Image: Albuquerque by Bryan Collins She will not look down -     will never give up - will trace invisible contrails making c...

Rite of Remembrance by Madeline von Foerster When there are roots something seemingly dead is still alive at the heart of the...

Image: Book Sculpture by Thomas Wightman, Musetouch at facebook Someone forgot his or her meds — A manicure is long overdue. Scori...

I must have them for they had me at foggy swoosh — at hoods-up walks with doggy at making seabreeze stories — at one hand pulled by anot...

  This is me.  No one — made of Stardust.  I am one with swirling planets,     conifer cones dusted with snow,         delicate ice...

He found her in an ad, you see. Single Russian Girls! he saw— and the messages, oh, the messages he sent, sweet and raw. At first ...

Image: from 1000 drawings by sarah nieman , via Tumblr More than just the personal blip that at first she thought it was, instead, a ...

They were freshly-poured long before I strode upon their cobbles and cracks, but look down near the young Linden tree around t...

Enough Already! by Anji Johnston My expression says, Ho-hum, this year is now over . — But my insides are all jumpy (same thing’s...

Yellow summer bird who perched on Meghan's delicate hand, who knew her soul was studying trust in precious places — for singing,...

After "what if" happens some will survive to tell how their hate, their weapons made Earth a living hell. Few names will ...

She was across the table rambling on, as go her conversations, directing some questions to her husband— and in between all tha...

A strong steady fire is what I hope for. Too long the pre-heating and energy is wasted. Team of chefs well-steeped in your craft ...

We’re talkin' about a new resurrection— Proud kinfolk tout 'merican, not Briton. Waving our hands— Preaching exceptionalis...