Stumbler review: StumbleUpon - sariskas web site...
sariska joined StumbleUpon on Oct 26, 2006
•70 reviews since Nov 12, 2006
stumblers
•sariska.stumbleupon.com
People who like this stumbler
- j00wish
West Los Angeles
- cplaw
Los Angeles
- tonesofhome
Downey
- nichestumbler
Oceanside
- jinxlake
California
- justice4world
California
- pikapubes
Sacramento
- dgirlp
Sebastopol
- Yosto
Laguna
- artemisjaeger
Salem
StumbleUpon is the best way to discover great web sites, videos, photos, blogs and more - based on your interests.
Everything is submitted and rated by the community. Discover, share and review the best of the web!
Reviews of this stumbler
Zenwoman rated 11 days ago- always get a good feeling after visiting sariska
- andersonchris50 rated 2 weeks ago
- nice images
- cplaw rated 4 weeks ago
- A great and thoughtful use of stumbleupon. Some of us just review--others truly make their pages a view of who they are and what they are about. The carefully chosen art compliments the truly excellent poetry. Thank you for your efforts.
- Tina2 rated 5 weeks ago
- I had another lovely visit!
- lucecorner rated 7 weeks ago
- Some of the delightful art links I found here: http://www.davidcobley.co.uk/ http://www.jkdrummond.com/index.html http://www.gandygallery.com/art/Masters/Bill_Whitaker/Paintings.htm
- Infojnkee rated 8 weeks ago
- . There's no shortage of links to fine art on Sariska's excellent art blog. Folk Singer William Whitaker .
- sehsxu rated 2 months ago
- Magnificent collection of images and art, but visit his site for his poetry, many thanks All the magnificence Of trumpets - is only a whisper Of grasses - before you. All the magnificence Of storms - is only a twitter Of birds - before you. All the magnificence Of wings - is only a flutter Of eyelids - before you.
- sfbamaboy rated 2 months ago
- Stephen Spender Daybreak At dawn she lay with her profile at that angle Which, when she sleeps, seems the carved face of an angel. Her hair a harp, the hand of a breeze follows And plays, against the white cloud of the pillows. Then, in a flush of rose, she woke, and her eyes that opened Swam in blue through her rose flesh that dawned. From her dew of lips, the drop of one word Fell like the first of fountains: murmured 'Darling', upon my ears the song of the first bird. 'My dream becomes my dream,' she said, 'come true. I waken from you to my dream of you.' Oh, my own wakened dream then dared assume The audacity of her sleep. Our dreams Poured into each other's arms, like streams.
- artemisjaeger rated 3 months ago
- A poet is among us.
- jinxlake rated 3 months ago
- Beautiful artwork at sariska!