RedBubble.com
Explore
Shop
Community
Sign Up
Log In
Arcadia Tempest
›
Word Echo
Word Echo
by
Arcadia Tempest
Words from the past have a distinct echo
Tweet
Profile
Portfolio
Click
Delicious Bruises
Slingshot Forest
Stan is the Man
Sweet Ink Stains
Word Echo
Tumbling To The Music
Lionel Glibshovel
Angels & Black Lipstik
Flash Fiction
Love Fruit & Ashes
Twisted Tales
Julep
Fun Poke
Thirst
Radio Red Bubble
Journal
Favorites
Watchlist
Subscribe
Medium:
Everything
Everything
Photography
Design & Illustration
Painting & Mixed Media
Drawing
Digital Art
Writing
Order by:
Custom
Custom
Top Selling
Recent
All Time Popular
Mr Bojangles Junior
Mr Bojangles Junior, that is what I called him.
The Girl with the Red Hair
The girl with the magnificent red hair with an absorbency of rich clarity declaring war against cardboard greys, road worn blues a…
Supernova
Shuffling his feet, the coyness of him was transparent in his left shoe turned inwards without regret. / There was no confiden…
Sunday was a lovely day
I wasn’t ready when I lost my Sundays. / I didn’t even know that Sundays could be stolen from you. / It took a while but I’ve adjus…
jaw bones
Snap. / A word falls from a large bleak jaw bone and it rolls and rolls around.
Milk
..… ker-chat ker chat ….. my head barked louder.
Coin Tale
Ohh…I hope she steps into the sunlight for me.
30 minutes
She must tell him that she never thought badly of him for wanting to clean the cat.
I like trains
I like trains and the tracks people make in their lives, understanding fascinates the watcher. / Thoughts about life, the picnic, the cl…
Dad is just out for a while…..
I so want to have a natter with dad / To tell him all the funny things I do / About my beautiful son that I adore / The verses that pour ou…
The Language of Mudawups
They’re better than science fiction chameleons.
I dream of Living
A beginning of living without Martin.
Fish, Chips, Vinegar & Tenure
On his bottom lip hung a cigarette a balancing nicotine sea-saw; he could drawback and exhale smoke hands free method. / His hands were in…
A dirty story from the past dug up
She needed someone with more speed.
WAITING
I slowly eased out my Blackberry from its holster. The harsh lighting made its gunmetal casing gleam.
The room with the broken heart
Once upon at time a darling love dreamt here / He would kiss and count all her smiley freckles / One two three four five ten, laugh and sta…
Abacus
He was skilled in the art of patience, waiting would dig its mulish heels into most but this was not his way.
One Sock
Yet she wakes and more odd socks.
Winter bitch
Winter took her gloves off this day.
Pathways of destiny
“Why are we walking down this road Mummy?” he asked with all the tender innocence of a child who didn’t have any of the ugliness of life t…
Our Story
RED BUBBLE WRITING COLLABORATION*** / “Who are you? And where are you?”