ness kingsley: writes, reads, rants & rambles
a passing glimpse, by robert frost I often see flowers from a passing carThat are gone before I can tell what they are. I want to get out of the train and go backTo see what they were beside the track. I name all the flowers I am sure they weren't;Not fireweed loving where woods… Continue reading a passing glimpse
I suppose if you look at fiction as wish fulfilment then I can understand why every single heroine seems to be a Beauty of Beauties (or any other word which means - yep, this here gal is attractive). After all, woman want to be beautiful - right? Just look at the thousands of beauty products,… Continue reading “She wasn’t a beauty … “
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