If I were a cat
I think I would be more
of a bastard,
and less inclined to curl up in
your lap.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
by Philip Wardlow 2016
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for
LOVER OF ROPE
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
one thousand words are not enough
Poetry
Erotic Poetry and Stories
journal
Tigers not daughters
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Life, and my Wandering Mind
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants it's all about the books we read
an alien among humans
A cozy cottage for writers and book lovers
Smidgens
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for
LOVER OF ROPE
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
one thousand words are not enough
Poetry
Erotic Poetry and Stories
journal
Tigers not daughters
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Life, and my Wandering Mind
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants it's all about the books we read
an alien among humans
A cozy cottage for writers and book lovers
Smidgens
Aww.