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junkie | tears are salty
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March 30, 2012. You are like a drug. Into my system;. The effects of withdrawal:. The feel of you. Another drop of your serum. Slipping into my body. I am forever doomed. To be a junkie, clawing. Through the shadows,. On hands and knees. For the vile to numb. Of the ghost of you. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Follow Blog via Email.
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BLOG | | CREATING // PUBLISHING // EXHIBITIING
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CREATING / PUBLISHING / EXHIBITIING. June 28, 2015. SYNERGY / MEGAN SADLER. Photo by Sophie Evans. Who has worked with Paris Collective on Rhythm.Pattern.Texture. released [SYNERGY], a capsule collection merging architectural drawings and fashion. Photo by Sophie Evans. I attended the opening with my Paris Collective co-founder Kat Rutherford and Fabien Pinault, an architect. Having differing perspectives around me was fascinating as we viewed Sadler’s pieces. Photo by Amy Tabarly. July 5, 2014. 2-10 Jul...
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if only you did… | tears are salty
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If only you did…. April 12, 2012. A pair of rubber soles meet. The melting summer asphalt. In a display of unrestrainable energy. An oppressive heat floats upward, wrapping. Itself around tiny legs that refuse. To be held in place; its leaden weight. Unable to squelch the joy propelling. The young girl onwards,. Towards the sound of her name. Carried through trees and over rocks. She knows. she knows. she knows. Dear friend, grab her hand. Stare into her wild eyes. And refuse to look away.
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Tiny Earthquakes | tears are salty
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May 7, 2012. Send me an earthquake. But the foundation and. Robs me of every last. One Response to “Tiny Earthquakes”. May 15, 2012 at 9:15 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Stuck | tears are salty
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April 24, 2012. One Response to “Stuck”. April 27, 2012 at 10:57 pm. Powerful and wonderfully written. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Follow Blog via Email.
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about me | tears are salty
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As i experience the world and process what is happening around me, images are filtered through words, lines, snippets, phrases…ultimately becoming the poems i share here. this is my passion. i hope you are, for a moment, transported and enjoy the ride. 2 Responses to “about me”. March 20, 2012 at 10:14 pm. I heart your poems. April 6, 2012 at 9:45 am. I really appreciate the love. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Once | tears are salty
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April 29, 2012. I am taking the final bites. Of chicken and licking my fingers when. He walks in. it is his next to last. Night on the continent. a chance is. Taken and a promise is made. For drinks at the end of my shift. When midnight arrives, i take a bashful. Seat and we sip bottomless glasses. Of languedoc and roussillon, washing down. Any last traces of shyness that linger. We slip between french and english and. He teaches me how to express pleasure. In having eaten something beyond delicious:.
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unexpected | tears are salty
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April 18, 2012. Like the soft, murmuring wind. That suddenly explodes in declaration,. Howls in anguish and slams open. The wooden paned-kitchen window,. Your gentle, infectious nature threw a sucker. Punch; karate chopped my steeled heart:. Bloodletting joy and dripping dotted trails. Of me behind your trans-atlantic exit tracks. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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denial | tears are salty
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April 7, 2012. Not as long as there is resistance. Birthing is a painful process that I haven’t quite accepted. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Follow Blog via Email.
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on the bridge | tears are salty
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May 26, 2012. Ascending the wooden ramp. My wheels spin round and round. Clickety-clack, clack, clack. On the span, water. By, carrying the. Lights on its supple back. I stop to stop time. Scooping up the chilly,. Gathering the spinning,. Glimmering tip of the eiffel,. Ladling the hovering, fading. Expanse of the ile. In a snowglobe,. To be savored,. Time and time again. The only way i know. To cross large bodies. Holding my creation close,. Turn round and round. And the clickety, clack, clack, clack.