::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Things I'm Reading

Matt @ Shadow of Iris writes
yesterday’s tomorrow isn’t today, a poem
An old dusty book
with yellowed pages
and crusty corners
opened to the middle
where curious eyes spy . . . .

Francis @ Caught In the Stream writes
We fall away from the forest

The man, somewhat less than 

environmentally leaning,
falls down, making a definite
sound in protest.  . . . .

Alcoholic Poet @ Sad Poems writes
chase. devour. decide. 
on the limits of deception is where the freedom lies.  . . .

Wine With Words @ Quiet Commotion writes


Emotions line the block in colorful lawn chairs
anticipation rising in incremental volume
for this psychological thriller is opening right this very moment!. . . .


  1. Ha! So interesting...what each of us is reading, apart from each other, yet also reading each other. There's a couple here with which I am unfamiliar. Off to brouse... :) Thanks for reading me by the way.

  2. Thanks for the mention Klaire. I'll take a look at the others too.