Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.”
Poetry with a knife edge!
From Photography to Poetry. From Tea to Travel. From late night study to Lifestyle. Follow me as I try spread positivity and love through words and pictures.
Death is the Seed From Which My Magic Grows
Digging Up The Underground
a resource for moving poetry
Exploring the early graveyards of Albany, N.Y. and the establishment of the Church Grounds at the Albany Rural Cemetery
We the People Shall Rise
Eastern, Western or South American; you'll find it here
Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.
A Collection of Skeletal Writings
Los Angeles Underground Art & Writing
the beauty of others