It was a couple of days before Kate Schechter became aware of any of these things, or indeed of anything
I travel the road set before me Though the destination’s unknown With trust and grim resolution I know I must
For The Love Of A Pug She knew from the moment she saw your tiny face That you were right
When the Moon's blushing beams dance down upon your window pane Reflecting an aura of prismed colors around her full
I understand you're facing problems inside you A certain difficulty of being that I know too You may ask me
What is it like up there above the shut-off level of our simple ears? For us there was no birth
Like butterflies, little girls need no excuse.
The End When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I
I hope that this satisfies one and all that I am not scary 🙂 much.... I tried not to process
I am not an animal! I am happy every hour of the day. Hey mister! Why's your head so big.
Since my last selfportrait scared everybody so badly, I decided to make it up to you by shutting my eyes
I, little red riding hood, am shocked at what I find upon entering grandmother's house the scent of cooked meat
When dreamin' I'm guided to another world time and time again at sunrise, I fight to stay asleep coz I
Doug McKenzie: I am your father, Luke. Give in to the dark side of the force, you knob. Bob McKenzie:
When the sun Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree, When the sun Makes shadows of the leaves of the
THIS IS A SELF-PORTRAIT 🙂
"You don't understand I could've had class, I coulda been a contender, I could've been somebody... instead of a bum
This is a copy of pugly feet, but she's been mean to me since, so i took out her link
It is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream. When you have something like a nightmare, you
Talkin' to myself and feelin' old Sometimes I'd like to quit Nothing ever seems to fit Hangin' around Nothing to
I took a bunch of pictures of my niece playing in the leaves and i forgot to set my camera
My husband and I always had sectional couches So we could both lie down and watch tv when we got
If you listen closely enough Everything has Music
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos
I have a house where I go When there's too many people, I have a house where I go Where
writing in chalk, flowers that are animals, stars that are animals, animals that are boats, corals that are brains, printed
Old Indian: In their world, there can be no lies, no crimes. Edddie Holt: No need for detectives. Old Indian:
The old country wives, however, who are the best judges of these matters, maintain to this day that Ichabod was
She went down to the dark seaweed forest and asked a witch to give her human legs so that she
The mysteries of eternity are not known either to you or to me the enigma cannot be read either by
The Gargoyle moved around her, making a sound like the old leather couch in the basement. Wings beating gently, allowing
I WOKE UP THINKING THAT YOU WERE STILL HERE...
we see through a looking glass darkly it's good to squint and see the shine I don't know which i
I love HDR so much, especially for gray images like this one, I certainly hope it's not going to be
This is a very unflattering picture of my backside while I sleep... I saw it in my files and yelled
A BIRD'S PERSPECTIVE by Gregory K. "Everyone came to my bash," said the bird. "I'm adored, as this party confirms.
This flower attracting, bearing man's blessing and burdens. To be seen in our piety and our complete inadequate nakedness Be
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the
Mirror by Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just
Chameleon, by Daniel Green heart, blue skin All these years I fought for you Inside of me: green or blue
She says being a kid requires thinking time and staring out of windows is part of that. Windows are good
While You Sleep Another year has come and another one gone Just like the ship that sails alone A gentle
My ever faithful poodle, Crissy, used to love sitting on the back of the couch at my parents house when
Poem by John Masters Another thing I cant quite put into words But I can show you what I am
DATE NIGHT Author: Brenda Sparkman There is something special that you and I do, we try to make sure we
A ferocious beast An owner of humans A killer of toilet paper She sometimes kills tissues, too The queen of
Prayer of a Truck Driver's Wife Dear Lord, Please bless my husband while he's out on the road. Please protect
This image is for Kylie's Caturday! I don't own a cat, but this one happened to cross my path one
That kiss, that kiss That childlike kiss That pecky on the cheek kiss That I am here kiss That who
REMORSE -A painful sadness Can’t fit big screen TV through Double-wide’s front door
Chatter like a chimpanzee. Swinging, swinging in a tree, Climbing high, dropping low, Calling to a friend below, "Come up!
Have you ever noticed how we compartmentalize our lives, separating the years into distinctive blocks of time with concrete beginnings
How insidious and lamentable the vast factory's pollution and overpopulation disaster more disastrous than all the dead in every human
He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being: by the way he rests
This world is not my home. I'm just passing through Come on up to the House
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone
I'm putting up another picture for today so that nobody else has to be subjected to dumpster graffiti so there,
There once was a girl who loved pi I never could quite fathom why To her it's a wonder To
When the two girls were playing dolls in the playground, he would sit on the big rocking-horse, charging madly into
If there were no birds to cheer in my tears if there were no song to sing a lullaby if
There was a little kitten, And she did a little fishin', The fish, she dutifully rendered to her mother --
I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the
This bed is on fire With passionate love The neighbors complain about the noises they heard You're driving me crazy,
I liked my husband's hair when it was just growing out, only long enough to change direction under the pressure
My husband shaved his head. I tried to talk him out of it, but the call of mid-life was stronger
Willing to Inch one's way Loosely through Ladles of Inconspicuous Alleys, Meters run out as Suburbia worries, Believing the Universe
To watch a woman dying that wants to live. You look inside yourself and feel ashamed and embarrassed of your
What do you ask your God for, at the end of day, Kneeling beside your bed with bowed and hopeless
I know that I don't know All that I think I know. I know I won't see all of The
by Emily Dickinson There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes
we recycle cardboard newsprint & dreams here on the threshhold of oblivion fog drifts across the highway the dark river
I am not going to put a nice poem with this eeeeevil picture that has kept me up all night
Oh man, we have the best massage guy!! My brother discovered him at a night market giving 15 minutes of
Billy Collins, Waiting - in the Doctor's office I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house
Remember that scene from Eraserhead where he's waiting for the elevator doors to close
My back today is killing me, I need an x-ray. Seems I requested of you folks down south, To keep
This cold blanketed silence when last flakes land, settles into my conformity as puzzle piece, leaves hand. This picture's complete
You can't buy loyalty, they say I bought it though, the other day; You can't buy friendship, tried and true,
Somewhere over the rainbow, angels are waiting for us to speak the Word of God
Deena Linett The Tiger in the Driveway is trying to escape the carousel and stands chained to the trunk of
Night train noises, muffled and low, nights when the Northern Limited left. Midnights, we'd hear its strange chord blow, a
Miracles come out screaming, screaming, screaming, Oceans in which all in earshot drown. To love is to uncomplicate the meaning,
The world’s greatest tricycle rider is in my heart, riding like a wildchild, no hands, almost upside down, along the
Bike the drive. It is fun. Bike the drive Like when you were a little kid and you stuck your
I'm climbing one foot after the other wind whips past me howling in my ears pushing me further my toes
From ghoulies and ghosties And long-leggedy beasties And things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us! Instead
The bulldozer ticks in the sun, Yellow elephant that leaned against a house, Groaned when the timbers groaned: Two by
As I was walking down the stair I passed a man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today Oh
A stand of cattails, brown heads erupting seed, silk tufts unfolding from coarse velvet. I stopped and studied them while
THERE was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as