Cut Roses

I've lived with//Vicariously numb fingertips//I have sat//In surrogate silence//This life is mine to save//Leaving cut roses on your grave

Ghoulish For Dinner

"RUN AWAY!" yelled Rachel, holding onto a blanket with one hand and her porcelain doll in the other. "It's going to get us! It's going to get us!" She sped right by Jonathan and Steven, out the door, and into the woods. "AH!" Jonathan and Steven screamed in unison and followed her along the muddy... Continue Reading →

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Paul Davids

Guitarist, Creator, Musician, Producer and Teacher

The Wandering Armadillo

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.

KaylaAnn

Write, Drink Tea, Live Life, Repeat

Make Me Brave

A powerful tool. Why does it seem we're all, carelessly, pointing guns at each other like fools.

Conor Walsh Music

Minimalist piano and electro acoustic composer