It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out
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My 5-episode apocalyptic radio show. Enjoy soap operas, interviews, and music by yours truly. Free to stream or download!
I give up. I'm taking a leave of absence from DA. Although your responses to my work have been great, I'm not selling books. Maybe it's time to re-access what I want to do with the rest of my life. I'll probably still check in once in a while, but right now I'm just tired and beaten down. Thank you all for your wonderful friendship. Especially you, Lance.
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Poetry:
Clocks & Crows http://www.lulu.com/shop/ronald-ray/clocks-and-crows/paperback/product-21072534.html
Pumpkin Days http://www.lulu.com/shop/ronald-ray/pumpkin-days/paperback/product-21301399.html
Barking At Random http://w
I collect every manifestation
of your regard
almost obsessively, hoarding
the evidence, making my love
a crime scene.
There's where the first blood was spilled:
an inside joke was born and you would give me
that secret smile.
I pocketed your hesitancy to end our meetings
as if those inner pangs were palmed notes,
thinking "Does he?"
I stretched yellow tape around
every flicker of your eyes,
every fond movement of your brow—
I guarded my memories against contamination
and hoped against hope
that I could prove this to you.
Witnesses abound.
They make our story difficult
with their contradictory theories.
I pace our scenes, replay c
Slogging through a sea of words, trying to catch a few
To put into order, to say something of import
It’s like trying to catch fish with your hands
In the Dead Sea, walking on stilts
(pause for mad laughter in the darkness)
Your brain aflame you have to fill this net of need
This passion to communicate the contents of your soul
Maybe not so much for others, but for yourself
It’s not your drug of choice, but still a drug
(tap, tap, tap… backspace, backspace, backspace)
The windows have all been painted black with falling stars
No, it’s night, and they really are falling like snow
And all you can think of is