i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead

Dry summer and the upper field quiet at noon.
Spring’s green pirouette tangled in barbed wire,
Its promise snapped like matchsticks, burnt-orange
Pine needles cracking loose from stiff joints,
                                                        Silence dropped so low 
It rings like a bell’s soft echo.

Here once was a boy running with a black and white half shepherd dog,
Hair summer-blonde, hands darkened to rust by wet clay
                                                                   Rummaged for arrowheads.

No fear then but the darting tongues of timber snakes:

That certainty lost to whatever passes for time,
                                              The ground skipped beneath his feet.

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Once I stood here through a mid-day snowfall, sky staring and nearly dark,
            Watching my shoes sink in the white sheets,
Petals of frozen clouds feathering down through my eyelashes.
            Home from college, free of abnormal psychology
And media arts, endless boredoms that passed for a life of the mind.

Not a sound that whole afternoon, nothing more alive than my breath,
            Silence in the snowy field, the heavy trees,
Known in sense but not by name, nothing really known by name. 

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What are your favorite online shops?

I'm asking in here, because all of you have great taste. I swear I've posted this topic before, long ago, but...here it is again.

(I know many of you will say Etsy!)

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Devin McGrath

I went to a wonderful Regency style tea the other day and realized that a couple of the photos I took as well a few one of my friends took would work for the theme of Food this month. I hope y'all enjoy it (I did! The food was great!).


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I've been through the memories and can't find a section specifically for fringes.
I was hoping to find some inspirational pics of dreads/bangs combo, as am contemplating combing 3 dreads out (it would be two if not for my sodding widows peak) so I have a bit of hair to play with...
Can anyone link me please?

Ta lovlies!
x

This poem begins in this corner,
where barely awake and naked
I stand at the top of the stairs,
a bas-relief against a book-encased wall,
and watch you leave for the day.

You may ask: how does the nude
fit into the contemporary setting?
And Cézanne thought apples
were the most difficult fruit.

Remember the year I stopped eating apples?
Remember the summer I kept bringing home
abandoned chairs? A lucid Vincent wrote
to his brother: I have tried
to express the terrible passions
of humanity by means of red and green.
His self-portrait now hangs in the Fogg.
Remember the summer I had to walk
to the Lake just to feel anything at all?

When I descend late in the afternoon
there's a blue plate of heart-
shaped cookies, there's an orange
on the kitchen counter. I notice a crack
in the seam of the ceiling, a spider
vein on the inside of my knee.
What a still still life!

The rest of the day is a slanted floorboard.
The rest of the day is the color of absinthe.
Note the personal and detached attitude.
Note the application of arbitrary color.
The tilted perspective.
This poem is all surface.
You may stand where you choose.
This poem has no vanishing point.

( dread locks are fun )

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come visit me on flickr and etsy

This is what I look like with vs. without dreads, strechings, piercing and make up.

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Thanks!

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