> Posted by darkling eye on September 29, 2013 > > > Under The Spokes (2013) john luke chapman > I remember The dead smell of sun on wood cabins, The stiffness of sails, the long salt winding sheets. Once one has seen God, what is the remedy? ‘Mystic’ (1963) Sylvia Plath Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
John Luke, this is incredibly gorgeous. I love how the flora feels like it’s moving underwater. It makes me think of jellyfish. Reply
Brilliant!
John Luke, this is incredibly gorgeous.
I love how the flora feels like it’s moving underwater. It makes me think of jellyfish.
Hi John, I hope you’re okey.
Looking forward to see some updates here soon…
Amazing Blog,Nice to meet you,Regards