Riding the Polished Lenses.
This is not the whole piece, but the excerpts I liked the most – I do that sometimes – I …
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The Long and Short of the Matter.
If someone, for instance a penner of words, were to have written a rather long story lets say, a tale …
Ignified Ingress.
I am right here my dear. Shuffling within your ear. That’s me in the corner, The facile performer. That’s me-to-your-rite, …
for sonmi
I don’t think anyone has ever constructed a post just for me, but this one is, and it’s perfectly synced …
The heart asks pleasure first
A beautiful piece composed by Michael Nyman for the film, The Piano. This version is performed by someone found randomly, …
Only in Jest.
Sonmi is aware her brand of humour does not always translate well across the aether, and would like one and …
In The Asylum Of Life He Sings To Her
Originally posted on – MIKE STEEDEN –:
The outcome of the weasel bites about her right hand and wrist were horrendous ruined her…
The Fluffy Bunny of Incredulity
“Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms around the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, …
End of a Scarer
And About Time Too.
Another step towards civilisation becoming civilised. Jaque Roberts, left, and her partner of 31 years, Carmelita Cabello, right, show off …
The Third Policeman by Flann O’Brien
This tome is quite something else. It would drive some folks as mad bananas on toast, and others, would like …
Sighland Story
The land of sighs, Is full of eyes, An island in the stream. And aurora skies, Bring forth such cries, …
With her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair.
The Dong with a luminous Nose by Edward Lear When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, …
The Artist is Present.
The following took me by surprise, I knew nothing of it beforehand. It’s all in the eyes. And is really, quite beautiful. …
Filipe Melo · Ana Cláudia // Spiegel im spiegel – by Arvo Pärt.
When you have some time to yourself, lie back..find a comfy corner in your chaotic world, then shuffle a little …
The Cloud is only a wisp, and gone behind the Head.
Where we have been and shall be yet again some day. Enter a Cloud – W. S. Graham Gently disintegrate …
Esmeralda and The Cloud 
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