Poetry: Wisteria and The Scent of honeysuckle Abstracts, Flash fiction, Peter, Poetry, Public Readings, Robby, Sara, Surrealism Memories of wisteria and the scent of honeysuckle, of taffy pulls and pink flamingos, of Christmas and the Wizard of Oz, of swallowed shame and shameful secrets. Image and text Rob Goldstein (c) 2017 37.774929 -122.419415 San Francisco, CA, USA Share the Love:TumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInTwitterEmailWhatsAppFacebookPocketLike this:Like Loading... Related
Beautiful artwork as always😔 I didn’t see it coming. In the past, no rage, no contact. From both to even think baffles me. Alternate possible part of equation, the connection. Don’t know, want nothing. Moving Forward. Wish you the best. LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m thinking your sister would have loved this. Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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This is heartbreaking
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Hauntingly beautiful, Rob.
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Thank you Danica!
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Visually stunning artwork..
And the verses are beautiful..
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Thank you Mich!
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Beautiful artwork as always😔 I didn’t see it coming. In the past, no rage, no contact. From both to even think baffles me. Alternate possible part of equation, the connection. Don’t know, want nothing. Moving Forward. Wish you the best.
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Is that why you closed the Survivor’s blog? I was a little baffled.
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