1,000 points giveaway -CLOSED-Hey guys!More Like This
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Architecture, Urban and Rural Spotlight Vol. 60klapouch'sMore Like This
Spotlight Vol. 60
Architecture, Urban and Rural
Kyoto Nights II
Tokyo Rainbow Bridge
Our last playground IV
cloud on the wall
Stitch in timeI see old women on rattan chairs, knees draped with the tapestries of todays and tomorrows. Square-nails, candlewax fingers, everything they hold shakes, as if the glasses are electrified, the plates singing, the cutlery howling for an escape. But they all hold the needles steady. In a line, I watch them dance in unison, threads looping in endless figures of eight. Sometimes I wonder if they have tied invisible strings between them, puppets in a row. Their hands dip, eyes clenched on every stitch, lips tight like draw-string purses, spinning in a kind of ballet. But then one falters, with cotton too thick to glide through, one glances up at me, letting their work happen without thought.More Like This
I watch them gather the torn shreds of tomorrows from wicker baskets at their feet. Some pieces are violent purples, pompous processions and velvet lined mouths, others are watercolours of blue, faint mornings when veils wave, leaving the world distorted and spectral. Todays lie scattered amongst these
think shot repeatElementary burnsMore Like This
the architecture of eggshellslet's talk aboutMore Like This
the words we won't talk about.
in the grey cube sky
buses flow as quicksilver.
make a flower
in frosted dew.
giggle in rattles
until it diffuses
sigh in relief
at the lack of contact
with regret. friends
a smashed duality.
the ugly qualities.
the most humane bombs.
the killingwind reveals itself --More Like This
caught in her black shroud,
it pulls around her nudity,
standing at the foot of a picturesque
landscape, mountains and hills layered
like a spread deck of cards.
lush and blooming,
colors muted by mist.
the wind twists and moans.
still by contrast,
is waiting for its thunderdrunk
master on the horizon --
the storm keeps a short leash.
prayers whisk from her dry lips
wash away the grief, no
drown me instead
god, drown me instead...
and below, the body of water stirs.
Still Life Spotlight Vol. 60FrancescaDelfino'sMore Like This
Spotlight Vol. 60
Choose the correct blue
Banana coffee splash
tee he he...
honey and cinnamon fruit kebabs
SMELLS LIKE HEAVEN
Sushi Party 1
Facebook!OMG! i made a facebook page for my work!More Like This