The Orchid Room is a collaborative writing project. Anyone can participate. Just a leave a comment like talking to the bartender or one of the performers. If you would like a night on stage you can audition anywhere.
This week the Orchid Room is proud to announce all new management.
And we are serving food prepared by
Wilbur Cox Jn. (Wil, to his mates.)
The wine is supplied by the wonderful folk at
The Grateful Palate.
Time flies and fireflies, lightning strikes and lightning bugs, don’t bug the fireflies nor make light of them. They are energy conservative and working their tails off and on. I believe they signal summer is nigh like the honeysuckle shedding its sweet perfume. Butter fingers and butterflies, time slips away from us all but I am holding on to the wings of spring in my heart. I’m no mastermind with a master plan, just a slave to the belief that love and peace are all we need to become poetry.
back in time?
in time, notes falling, spattered on canvas.
Rose
xo
spattered to make the most wonderful, new, exciting rhythm maybe… or ancient.
*smiles*
noticed the smell, that was all
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(((((((shh)))))))
Time flies and fireflies, lightning strikes and lightning bugs, don’t bug the fireflies nor make light of them. They are energy conservative and working their tails off and on. I believe they signal summer is nigh like the honeysuckle shedding its sweet perfume. Butter fingers and butterflies, time slips away from us all but I am holding on to the wings of spring in my heart. I’m no mastermind with a master plan, just a slave to the belief that love and peace are all we need to become poetry.