http://blog.thepoetrybrothel.com Just another WordPress weblog Mon, 06 Sep 2010 02:48:10 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en [caption id="attachment_244" align="alignnone" width="425" caption="If Lenore was captured and taken to the future by a couple of child robots pulling a prank, this is what might become of her... she's practically a remote control car."][/caption] Am I a child for preferring my brainchildren lush? www.janasterbak.com http://blog.thepoetrybrothel.com/?p=245 Fan our faces with palm leaves! Stain us with grape juice! Be our fan on Facebook! The Poetry BrothelPromote Your Page Too http://blog.thepoetrybrothel.com/?p=243 http://blog.thepoetrybrothel.com/?p=241 Harriett, Darling, sunset the dog but beware of the dark, never the stranger, that follows. Thank the moon while you’re gunning, that strange man with a rock for a face, that light, a face that never falls. We all fall a little at night but rise a bit too. ... http://blog.thepoetrybrothel.com/?p=236 ma sweet madame, thankful your letter finds me after months of solace on the sea. what i wander for a coolin' breeze, to wash some want off. alack, i'm still a fish, even in this fever. pray your walls've a more smoothin' texture. consider what we might call, to gods or friends, ... http://blog.thepoetrybrothel.com/?p=232 Dearest Madame, You don't know me. I think you don't know me. I haven't seen you, so I cannot comment here on your loveliness- I imagine that this would be the time, in a letter like this, to tell you how beautiful you are. But I can only tell you how ... http://blog.thepoetrybrothel.com/?p=229 Thanks to everyone who came out! Take a look at all the photos from Sunday's event. We hope even more of you loves will join us at the next one. [caption id="" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="Simone"] [/caption] [caption id="" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="Anais Anais"] [/caption] [caption id="" align="alignleft" width="354" caption="Tennessee Pink"][/caption] http://blog.thepoetrybrothel.com/?p=226 http://blog.thepoetrybrothel.com/?p=224 When the world is reduced to a single dark wood for our eyes' astonishment,----a bench for two faithful children,----a musical house for our pure sympathy,----I shall find you. Should there be here below but a single old man, handsome and calm in the midst of incredible luxury, I ... http://blog.thepoetrybrothel.com/?p=219 http://blog.thepoetrybrothel.com/?p=212