Day: May 19, 2016

By Len Kuntz So old-fashioned, a letter arriving with actual handwriting, something to be treasured were it not for the bulletin bleeding inside the envelope. Your grandmother’s scratchy penmanship, a news clipping attached, black and white photo of you back when you were still lovely, mine and alive.

via News — The Drabble

I am changed. My crooked edges fold and tuck until the shapes birth new pieces, and I’m changed. Moments here and then trap me, bend me, and I am changed, by your words, your language, your demands. I listen and do and I am changed. I tell you I am yours, but I never knew […]

via I am changed. — loveletterstoaghost

Breakfast burrito! I sauteed some onions in cumin and cayenne pepper and added in some egg beaters then put it in a wrap.More at secretsofanamateurchef.tumblr.com

via Breakfast burrito! I sauteed some onions in cumin and cayenne pepper and added in some egg beaters then put it in a wrap.More at secretsofanamateurchef.tumblr.com — Nerty Harris

May your day be beautiful, fun and awesome

via Good Morning to all — Sally Meander Erotica

Some situations in life stay unsolved forever. Unfinished college, unhappy love relation, betrayal in friendship. Stories marked with words “to be continued” or “stay awake” are the most dangerous, because fake hope will fly over us, as star dust, without real value. Things we always wanted and could not get, person who stuck in […]

via Endless story — kristina gallo – Broken rules

Stockholm Groggily awoken by pressure on the wrist, Tightening Iron rubbing tender flesh, She whimpers at unfamiliar surroundings, Crackling hearth, stone walls and vast velvet master bed. He enters, a giant shadow looming on teak boards, Swaying jet hair, an awesome gait, Refusing hot broth she rises his fury, The firm fling of […]

via Stockholm Syndrome (Dedicated to Declan Kelly) — KellyMedia

Choke Eileen Myles Of all the ways of forgetting not turning the pilot on is not the worst The house is intact you are floating in time buckets of it streaming through the windows youth turned it up I think or on & fell asleep Remembering to do. You are too intact the dappled sunlight […]

via National Poetry Month 2016: April 22nd, Eileen Myles — The Educated Procrastinator