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Rattleheads

Rattleheads

A Story by Debby Pillitteri


A short story about a father and son going out to cut wood one morning so they can sell it.
An October Morn

An October Morn

A Poem by Savannah Bly


It is about Robert Wood's painting 'October Morn'
Vornado

Vornado

A Poem by Jay Steitler


Created this one in minutes, after witnessing a squall. Words tripped off the tip of my brain, with relative ease this afternoon.
Engineered Wood Flooring – A Much Preferred Flooring Solution For The Homeowners

Engineered Wood Flooring – A Much Preferred ..

A Story by Rebecca Smith


Designing the floor is an art and it plays a crucial role for the decoration of any house.
Resin

Resin

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


Reject what you don't want. Get rid of dead wood. Daryl Hall
Deadwoods Circus

Deadwoods Circus

A Poem by Battlecry


The Deadwoods Circus is in town! Step right up and enjoy the ride~!
Deadwoods Circus Recruition

Deadwoods Circus Recruition

A Poem by Battlecry


Dare to join the insanity?
The Gamekeeper

The Gamekeeper

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I’d brought my woman to live with me In a cottage by Elmsley Wood, We lived on pure and simple fare For my wages weren’t ..
Driftwood

Driftwood

A Poem by Seamus Underwood


Whitewashed walls, White tiled halls, Floating weightless, Floating shapeless, I find myself asleep, In a slumber so deep, I lay still, agains..
Shade

Shade

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of c..
Nature's Intelligent Partner

Nature's Intelligent Partner

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The wood is stacked for winter.One way out of the mind's limitationsis through other minds' contemplations.The books are stacked for winter.Yet even t..
Of Judith and Inanna

Of Judith and Inanna

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


For the accountant, the librarian, on this cold daythere is no revelation. He will go his own wayto the roar of the tinnitus in his ears.About our war..
We Like Trees

We Like Trees

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


We like trees.Rocks. Crows.Trees are good.Shade. Food. Wood.If they leave,we'll leave, too.Snow. How comesome there, none here.Sun can killor be fun.G..
The Canopy and Economy

The Canopy and Economy

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Sun and traffic�" -- day economy.Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tiredto be angry. Each day a steptoward death. What is being accomplished?..
BY JOHN'S POND.

BY JOHN'S POND.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A BOT SHOWS A GIRL HIS SECRET POND IN 1962.
my dream

my dream

A Poem by phil


a short poem of my dream way of life. Rather romanticised.
Misty Night

Misty Night

A Poem by Raccoony


A night walk with my dog...