Bird Over Rainbow

about the bird    open the book   

technicolor feathers drifting today through the mind of Birdie Rose.

March 27, 2013 at 2:53pm
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noelbadgespugh:

Sweetly Dreaming, WIP, Daisy Eye Level

noelbadgespugh:

Sweetly Dreaming, WIP, Daisy Eye Level

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January 16, 2013 at 12:14pm
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I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

— Charles Bukowski (via showslow)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via herawakenings)

January 11, 2013 at 8:54am
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Rawr!

Rawr!

January 10, 2013 at 1:44pm
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Black Letter Aviary: 2012 →

blackletteraviary:

the year we discovered our hearts are made of wildflower seeds
that sprout when smashed in the dirt.

the year we found that many wildflowers are edible -
we survived off dandelion and dead nettle salads,
we drank wild chamomile tea,
we rejoiced in the fruits of our eternal detritus.

A poem I’ve been working on for the past few days. Also, this is my poetry blog if you are interested in following that. :)

12:10pm
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Went on a walkabout today.

I watched a golden orb spider with seven legs catch a gnat and then return to the center of its web, remaining limbs constantly aware of every movement. I wrote a poem about a tree stump and divine sacrifice in my new year travel notebook.

I walked past comets and Saturn and almost to Pluto and rested in between, taking in space.

Went on a walkabout today.

I watched a golden orb spider with seven legs catch a gnat and then return to the center of its web, remaining limbs constantly aware of every movement. I wrote a poem about a tree stump and divine sacrifice in my new year travel notebook.

I walked past comets and Saturn and almost to Pluto and rested in between, taking in space.

December 26, 2012 at 6:09pm
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newspaperblackout:

“This year,” a newspaper blackout poem by Austin Kleon

That’s all we can do. Most of the time. 
This sums up what I was trying to say today.

newspaperblackout:

“This year,” a newspaper blackout poem by Austin Kleon

That’s all we can do. Most of the time. 

This sums up what I was trying to say today.