When she was born I hoped she'd be an eagle but like a feather torn from a crippled wing she got caught in a stinging breeze spun through grey mist and swept into a turbulent pool Numb to the ache of an ancient break I thought I was healed until she tried to take flight ©Jane Paterson Basil
Stories, Prompts, and Musings
My view, tho' somewhat askew...
My Mormon Transgender Second Life
Alternative haven for the Daily Post's mourners!
Where writers gather
Existential Poetry and Short Stories
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
I feel the world and want to help heal the world.
Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges
Give A Voice to the Voiceless
A Collection of Blogs Written By Men & Women In Prison
poetry, poems, stories, fiction, creative non fiction, essays, anger, angst, sometimes love,
Mental wanderings amongst stardust
I write to figure out what is left
An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Observations from the loose nut behind the wheel.
Looking for people to share the written word
Channeling my thoughts about the world outside, and inside, into prose and poetry
”Writing is nothing more than a guided dream” -Jorge Luis Borges
Aroused by Arête, an eco-meditating logophile
A painting a day, painting, drawing and discussions on art.
Reading + Writing = Devotion
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
The Secret of Change Is to Focus All of Your Energy, Not on Fighting the Old, But on Building the New - Socrates
Reflections... Past, Present, and Future
Exploring the spidery corners of a culture and the weird stuff that tourist brochures ignore.
My Beautiful Chaotic Life
Before I forget
Shapening views in such a structure that the readers get a way better eye to look at this beauty cum world. #https://m.facebook.com/bubblesoliloquy123/
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
Making it write 
Hi Jane … not all birds learn to fly …
“Birds Walking”
Who would need wings?
If the ground was safe all year long
A level field for the world’s bird songs
No gas-filled trenches
No bombs dropping from the sky
No fallen angels waving goodbye
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