Quaking. (New Zealand.) The glasses clinked on their shelves, a sign we recognised. Unperturbed, I moved to the kitchen doorway – doorways were supposed safer, the frying pan still in my hand. The floor shook as scales shake when you weigh yourself, an insecurity underfoot. But it didn’t stop. The shake became a roll, a …
Poet Robert Smith
Now it's beautiful Now it's beautiful. The snow drips from the heavens in white large frozen tears of the angels and i am hypnotized like a man struck by just how a woman walking can leave him speechless. Now it's beautiful. Whereas before it was rainy and gloomy, and the snow was black and iced …
Poet Robert Smith (@rasmithii )
breathe goodbye my hands touch her warm flesh floating across her skin as if guided by some unseen presence. the curves of her shoulders, the flow of her waist the softness of her thighs. I am humbled by her body Gathering strength from the hole inside me as I say, see you soon, babe, leaving …
Don’t Blink Project: Day 1
365 Days of Living Deliberately How insignificant we seem; how trivial our troubles become, when our world is seen from high above the clouds. We are but a small speck in the palm of this great galaxy, yet each of us leaves our mark on every living creature we touch, talk to, type to— even …
All I Want for Christmas…
The greatest lesson I learned this year was that I don't need great power or money to make a difference in the world. I can use my talents to help others. I got a much greater reward than any award or sum of money simply by learning how children in the third world have benefited …
Heather Grace Stewart 