Category Archives: CULTURE
Saturday Verses: Alli Woods Frederick (yeah, me)
I have never, ever, ever shared any of my creative writing or poetry publicly before, so please don’t be too brutal. Untitled by Alli Woods Frederick And so we walk, silent as cobwebs, on our tiptoes and we kiss the … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: William Blake
The Tyger by William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings … Continue reading
The Same 7 with Jared Louche
For those of you who are familiar with this week’s guest then he truly needs no introduction, but please bear with me for those who have not had the unique pleasure of experiencing the aural awesomeness, monstrous musical mischief and … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Pablo Neruda
‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’ Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without … Continue reading
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Tagged ALLI WOODS FREDERICK PHOTOGRAPHY, LOVE, POETRY, SATURDAY VERSES
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I have never, ever, ever shared any of my creative writing or poetry publicly before, so please don’t be too brutal. Untitled by Alli Woods Frederick And so we walk, silent as cobwebs, on our tiptoes and we kiss the … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: William Blake
The Tyger by William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings … Continue reading
The Same 7 with Jared Louche
For those of you who are familiar with this week’s guest then he truly needs no introduction, but please bear with me for those who have not had the unique pleasure of experiencing the aural awesomeness, monstrous musical mischief and … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Pablo Neruda
‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’ Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without … Continue reading
Posted in CULTURE, PHOTOGRAPHY
Tagged ALLI WOODS FREDERICK PHOTOGRAPHY, LOVE, POETRY, SATURDAY VERSES
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The Tyger by William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings … Continue reading
The Same 7 with Jared Louche
For those of you who are familiar with this week’s guest then he truly needs no introduction, but please bear with me for those who have not had the unique pleasure of experiencing the aural awesomeness, monstrous musical mischief and … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Pablo Neruda
‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’ Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without … Continue reading
Posted in CULTURE, PHOTOGRAPHY
Tagged ALLI WOODS FREDERICK PHOTOGRAPHY, LOVE, POETRY, SATURDAY VERSES
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For those of you who are familiar with this week’s guest then he truly needs no introduction, but please bear with me for those who have not had the unique pleasure of experiencing the aural awesomeness, monstrous musical mischief and … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Pablo Neruda
‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’ Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without … Continue reading
Posted in CULTURE, PHOTOGRAPHY
Tagged ALLI WOODS FREDERICK PHOTOGRAPHY, LOVE, POETRY, SATURDAY VERSES
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‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’ Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without … Continue reading