I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them — Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
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I love the needle poke, the red pop/ and when an arc of red drops,/ quivering and shaped like wings/ beg me to lick them off,/ quickly savoring your shoulder/ newly marked with a nearly invisible/ but indelible butterfly

— Rachel Dacus, Gods of Water and Air
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Creativity is an inherently human trait that allowed us to dominate our environment and make our way to the top of the f — Harry Hoover, Born Creative: Free Your Mind, Free Yourself
How many geniuses die undiscovered, not only by others but, more sadly, by themselves? — Joyce Wycoff
Imagination is a spark of a divine light. — Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
We are all just beginners here, and we shall all die beginners. — Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear
As the story grew, it put down roots into the past and threw out unexpected branches . — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
When the lyrical muse sings the creative pen dances. — Aberjhani, Splendid Literarium: A Treasury of Stories, Aphorisms, Poems, and Essays
I'm back in these regions of fumbling dark uncertain creation, but it's my one and only world, and I'll do the best I ca — Jack Kerouac, Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954
Life is at the bottom of things and belief at the top, while the creative impulse, dwelling in the center, informs all. — Patti Smith
There is one path in the world that none can walk but you. Where does it lead? Don’t ask, walk! — Friedrich Nietzsche, Schopenhauer as Educator
Curiosity takes ignorance seriously, and is confident enough to admit when it does not know. It is aware of not knowing, — Alain de Botton, Art as Therapy
Your desire to make art -- beautiful or meaningful or emotive art -- is integral to your sense of who you are. — David Bayles and Ted Orland
If you are open to change and welcome surprise, you know the secret of creativity and the secret of life. — Chloe Thurlow, Katie in Love