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Across The Universe

Walking through a field of wildflowers I stop to stare at the bright blue sky The fresh air helps me pass my hours A beetle tickles my hand as it flies by The birds in the treetops chirp and sing Creating the chorus of nature’s beauty I walk to my garden and sit in a … Continue reading Across The Universe

Acrylic On Canvas | Wim van de Wege

VIEW PORTFOLIO Artist Statement & Bio ABOUT The NO MIDDLEMAN ART GALLERY is designed to connect art seekers and collectors with artists DIRECTLY.  The gallery is not a mall, but instead a collection of remarkable works of art that bring together artists and potential buyers. The NO MIDDLEMAN ART GALLERY is owned and managed by Edge of Humanity Magazine. Following Edge of … Continue reading Acrylic On Canvas | Wim van de Wege

Do-si-doh – A San San Poem #W3 #93

Winter trees line dance switching partners with spring. “DJ” Jack Frost calls out steps from across lake waters. Back-to-back winter dips its lake partner do-si-doh. Bulbs wakeup, jump-up to nature’s hip hop rap song regaling its precious fruit in winter —patient gardeners. Thawing lakes’ winter melt sashaying round and round, ballet backward and forward ’round … Continue reading Do-si-doh – A San San Poem #W3 #93

Lens-Artists Challenge #286 – Weather

“Withstanding the cold develops vigor for the relaxing days of spring and summer.” Arthur C. Crandall This week Anne leads us with a look at the weather – ever a topic for discussion no matter the time of year! Here on Kiawah winter is happily short-lived but now and then even we are subject to … Continue reading Lens-Artists Challenge #286 – Weather

I am…

I am a breeze, rustling through the Autumn leaves. Crisp clean air that revitalizes the land. I am a ray of sunshine, blanketing the Earth with my warmth. Providing the light for all life. I am the rain, washing the dust of the day away. Breathing new life into everything I touch. I am a … Continue reading I am…

Skyscraper – A Poem

Skyscraper By Rev Dare Cloud Swaying in breezes Hundreds until impact Gravity’s stockpile of steel and glass Projectiles to flesh Constructed with best intentions Maintained by the lowest bidder And held with spunk Beneath the promotional sofa’s cushions No one rides for free And all who lead Violate every inch of innocence No need letting … Continue reading Skyscraper – A Poem

Train Ride Zone Out

What will Tuesday bring?

Some Afternoon Dead Cells

Help Wanted

Any narrators out there willing to go halvsies on a children’s book series idea? Equal partners, plus I’d handle the publishing side of things. Let me know.

The S’punk Gatekeepers Tried Their First Truly, And This Happened…

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