Sunlight-Colored Roses

A sanctuary for dreams and shadows

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  • Random Text

    1. Grab the nearest book. 2. Open the book to page 23. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions. “I’ll demolish the first who puts me out of temper.” Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, translated by Liv Wenger

    Very fragile. Very little. Always correctly dressed in white. Through the house her footsteps sounded disciplined and so polite. Dusting, watering flowers too, with busy, little housewife’s hands. Baking bread. Walking in the park, writing letters to family and friends. Loving sister. Obedient daughter. A daily game with dolls and house. But deep inside were Continue reading

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  • “Oh, Roger.” Margaret pressed her hand to her chest. “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t.” His voice was sharp, his expression forbidding. “Don’t say anything like that to me about the matter. I’m very happy for Katherine.” She reached out to touch his hand, feeling sad at the stabbing pain in his eyes. “Then I am too, of Continue reading

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  • The bronze gorilla

    When she was a girl she had gone there once, wading amidst waist-high weeds and picking through the brambles to get to the old cottage. She remembered it. Prior to that, she had found a key in a drawer in an old dresser box in the spare room of her house and had speculated endlessly about Continue reading

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  • The Idea of Order at Key West

    Wallace Stevens She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, That was not ours although we understood, Inhuman, of the veritable ocean. The sea was not Continue reading

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  • White as Snow

    I dreamed of darkness and dreamed of you in my snow-bound sleep Awakened with a kiss my eyes flew wide, my lips red as blood warmed by your touch. You stole me away to a place where the wind in the trees moaned like the restless dead, where spiders plotted my death in the dooryard Continue reading

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  • “You must let me go,” she said. She pulled the cloak more tightly around her shoulders and shivered. “I cannot do that,” he growled through the glass, his features contorted. She knew he felt as cold and dreadful as she did. She touched the glass as though to reach the features of his face, which Continue reading

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  • In a high, dilapidated tower she waited, as old as time. Her long pale hair was spread around her on the pillow, glimmering like dark gold in the moonlight. She wore an old gown which was tattered and stained with age, though the hands which lay on the bed, encircled in tattered ruffles, were pale Continue reading

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  • A Whiter Shade of Pale

    Procol Harum We skipped the light fandango turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick but the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink the waiter brought a tray And so it was that later as the miller Continue reading

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  • Sunday Morning

    Wallace Stevens 1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice. She dreams a little, and she feels the dark Encroachment of that old catastrophe, As a calm darkens among water-lights. Continue reading

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