PJ Ryan
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the best writing derives from a place of no consequence
PJ Ryan
*CLICK HERE FOR MY FIRST BOOK Tales from the tumbleweed
I write about life – yours, mine, his, hers, theirs, yesterdays and tomorrow
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Groups
PJ Ryan is a member of "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , Abstract Art, Agent Provocateur - T-Shirts with Messages, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Blood Red - All things vampiric, Blue Room, Collaborations, Core [C.O.R.E], Crime Time, Diptychs & Triptychs , Flash Fiction, Freedom In Words and ART, Friends of RedBubble, Geelong Throng, Graphic Scratch, Kustom Kulture, Melbourne & Victoria, Midnight Ramblers, Photographers self portrait, Photoshop Help, Pleasure & Pain, Pulp Noir, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Adult Group, The Art of Books, The Art of Pain, The Word Tree, Twisted Tales, Up & Coming Writers, WMG, Womanly and Writing Workshop.
Journal Entries
putrid and magic
Posted 17 days ago, 3 comments so far.
Thank you ! I won the sensory collab challenge !
Posted 22 days ago, 21 comments so far.
can you make a tshirt? here's a competition i found ...
Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.
some info for visual artists
Posted about 1 month ago, 7 comments so far.
Juilee Pryor made a cake tshirt ..
Posted about 1 month ago, 4 comments so far.
my book now available thru amazon.com
Posted about 1 month ago, 17 comments so far.
My piece selected for this blog site
Posted 3 months ago, 6 comments so far.
My Redbubble Hottest 100 interview
Posted 3 months ago, 3 comments so far.
My first book "Tales from the Tumbleweed" ...
Posted 4 months ago, 8 comments so far.
I have a piece of short fiction published @ australianreader.com !!
Posted 7 months ago, 23 comments so far.
Art
Clothing
Writing
sandpaper for metal
you turned like a dog and you clenched my skin between your teeth
the sweetness of bitter
I chased you down the road with chocolate truffles
twenty two
when the moon was long
fishbowl eyes
her mascara streams down her face, like leaking octopus ink and I wonder what it tastes like
Voice box
I don’t know whether her tongue was removed from her mouth or if it was perhaps hiding lazily between her yellowing teeth.
