Quite Something
She could sense everything Throughout the aether From ear to eternity’s horizon, To the Empyrian Gate. And consequently . . …
She could sense everything Throughout the aether From ear to eternity’s horizon, To the Empyrian Gate. And consequently . . …
In a faraway land, umpteen moons ago, Fishwives tongues set the world aglow; Igniting with rumours a rife paradigm, Peradventure …
A Clean Sweep On darker days her toes will curl, Flex, flare, then slowly (but surely) they fasten One …
I absolutely love this art exhibition in France which finished in the past couple of days I think. Such imagination, …
A warm offering from Esme for V-day, one which has some elements of the following within: Everyone should have the …
The interaction between Esme and one of her kind and loyal followers, regarding the Christmas card bonanza; Dearest Esme, Here’s …
The parcel was wrapped In exquisite dried pulp, A thousand scraps of texts With their arms around each other; Obscured, …
Esme has been cartwheeling her way across the Cloud and back for 4 years as of yesterday, after being caught …
Felicitations to one and all from Esme and The Cloud. ❤
Freaky service will be resumed as soon as feasible. waves weakly (hopefully not monthly or yearly)
Write my name, You know what it be. Pen it true To connect to me; The one appellation That sets …
Time Unmeasured . . .
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I subscribe to an online magazine called the Elephant Journal which describes itself as “it’s about a…
“What is the point?” Esme was asked by a passing lollygagger whilst she was priming her flying monkeys’ knapsacks with …
Esme has been hard at work upon her Cloud, and here, for your delight and delectation, is the fruit of …
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