Psycho Ceutical Phases

OBrain rolls on radio waves speaking into silent space. Harbingers of darkness long forgotten in capsules laced With super-sonic powers sent from some elaborate office Space. And lost time I once remembered  Original Art by Steven White Cayce, South Carolina


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Early I find you, My Joy withers with thirst  Where have you gone  Very life of my being? My heart is caged  Yours, an old unknown stone.

The Magic of Words

Originally posted on The magic of words ? MooT – the Semantics and Etymology game The world’s toughest language game. How to sponsor? ? May 10, 2019 This week’s theme Words from singer-songwriter Roy Zimmerman’s songs This week’s words legionnaire moribund carny nanny state inveigle On your calendar Get A.Word.A.Day…

Mixed Media

Work in progress… Trying pastel with water color and acrylic.  I have introduced acrylic paint pens into her hair and like the look. The tips are much too thick for facial features and that has changed her eyes. ***If anyone has an idea for me besides painting over, please chime in!!! *** Thanks!!!  Myra  

An Awesome Bloom

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“The lens can capture only what the master sees.” Seedbud of leafandtwig is the photographer of our  Featured Image, a delicate budding Lenten Rose also known as a Hellabore. I saw this lovely image in his post “A Subtle Flourish”. There are images of the same below found on Getty…

Blazing Fury

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Ask me no questions. Mollification spins lies. I am a manikin for a phantasm. A gimpy, halting vassal A revenant, fit for one. Fueled,  impassioned, to self-combustion.

Loved Forever IV

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I can almost see her! Insurmountable Joy is breaking into my world again. A coming brightness filling heart and soul… Dreams bring a likeness of her into focus for a fleeting moment. I look around and she’s gone! Bring her closer! Is her hair light or dark? It’s silk…


  Art on trial Unfinished nude Waiting…she for her final debut I, my muse  

Blinded to the Light

Once my son said to his daughter “Grandma is a little crazy but you can trust her.” Although she was just three years old, hearing him say that in my hearing meant that I had come a long way. My best friend of over forty years once told me that when I came to her…