Miranda

“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.” ~ Charles Bukowski Linking to ...

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe Pools of sorrow, wa...

The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs. ~ Wally Lamb Here's to new adve...

Happy New Year, foodies!  Let's start the New year with something healthy after the artery-clogging dishes we consumed during the hol...

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ...for a moment at least...