the sage brush was covering the forest floor, giving it a creepy aura. the animals scurried around, looking for cover as the rain began to pour down and flood the ground. squirrels ran up trees, chipmunks jumping from leaf to leaf.
Emmy
Mom was standing with her back to me as the steam formed a cloud over her shoulder filled with the aromas of sage and rosemary, common scents in our house.
Todd Lowery
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rbn
The sage the wise old woman handed me smelled fresh, and pure; something I didn’t expect for what I was going to be using it for. But I guess that’s how life works sometimes. The good and pure have to clean up what the evil has left behind. They sweep up the dredges of life that have been left behind and attempt to make it into something that can be salvaged.
Emily
Nobody reminded me more of Jesus like Sage did. Sage in her billowy ivory turtleneck. Sage, laughing out blood. Just like Jesus, Sage was a Jew.
daphne gladcow
Like my mother’s rotten flower in the corner of her living room. My stepcousin or whatever thought it would be a good idea to name her Rockefeller baby Sage. Sage. Like the color. And I wonder if all the kids at her elite preschool will make fun of her for not having a name like Adonis or some other cultural greek reference.
daphne gladcow
You done good for yourself. You real smart, real wise almost – like some ancient shaman. You real sage, even. You got the wrinkles to prove it and you eyes – they real trusty, your eyes. You done good.
Sage Atreyu used to be a normal girl. That all changed once the dreams started. After that one thing led to the next, and now she was engaged to marry a demon. Avahu was quite human as demons can be.
Sage is a spice. It is also the name of my good friend’s friend. My friend seems to be obsessed with Sage and her Zine distro. As a child I had another friend who was obsessed with another girl named sage. I suppose to be Sage is to be amazing and attract obsession.
Sage is a color? But not really… is it a flavoring, no maybe it is a color. Would Sage make a good name? Probably not… but don’t tell Sage I said that. Actually you can if you want to, she will just tell you it’s a family name anyways. It’s not.
When I cook I always seem to go to the sage, and put on almost all of my recipes. Its so strong and the smell is just amazing.
antonella
Sage is what I burn when there are ghosts in the house. The last time I burned sage was at 5 AM when my sister woke me up to tell me about the voices in the basement. I don’t know why or how but it works to banish the bad energies and spooky stuff that happens in old houses. It doesn’t smell that good, though. But fresh sage leaves are soft like lamb’s ears.
Sagebrush in the hills is like lavender in a secret garden. I hear the howl of a coyote and turn my head to see him standing there in the orchard.
“Don’t you think sometimes it would be better to control your emotions?” says the lonely frog.
Not if you want to live.
Godfrey
The sage brushed against my cheeks as I walked through the forest. I was looking for something more important than my life itself. I was not looking forward to this night but I knew I had no choice. There was only one way to turn, and that was left. I carried the sage in my arms and tired to not let it hurt me.
Emma
The sage on the butternut squash ravioli looked crisp and delicious. It reminded him of the sage he should burn in the closet, to cleanse whatever spirits had moved in. It was just last night that he was woken three times by bursts of light and the laughter of children behind the closed door.
The room exuded sage. By saying this I do no mean that someone had painstakingly painted the entire room in the passive shade of that color, though of course that was also true. I mean that if there were a room called Wisdom, in a house called Virtue, it would be this room.
Isn’t it some kind of spice?
But it can also be an adjective meaning wise. Wisdom is a wonderful thing because it is the one thing we can all attain. It comes through experience. You are not born wise, you become wise by living.
Ashley Dalton
I unlock my door. The smell of white sage greets my nose. Friends lazily lounge in my living room. All the negative energy burned out with the sage. We are content. We are happy. We feel invincible.
a sage is a wise individual who is respected by all. Sage wisdom, sage advice. A sage in native american culture. burning sage in a ceremony. A place for sacred sage to be incensed.
Aaronn Kaminski
smells nice.
Jennifer
Is it a wise old man or a shrubby bush? You notice you don’t simply ever sages around? The men, not the bush. Who would even know if they saw the bush or not?
James Arming
I think of fields. Oddly-colored grasses. Breezes and gentle touches. Everything’s soft, quiet, subtle. Nothing’s sharp, nothing hurts. Beauty is here and so is mercy holding hands with love.
Maribeth
I once had a friend named Sage. She had the most beautiful eyes I ever layed eyes on. She was ugly, but sweet and I knew her well. I knew her secrets and who she wanted to be.
sage is a kind of herb. it reminds of simon and garfunkel who are awesome!! i love listening to them, especially when i need to wallow in my own misery, they have that dark, folky vibe. they are awesome though slightly weird looking. but anyway, woo go sage! The herb i know nothing about!!! or is it? i dont cook!!!! Haha bad wife!!!!
Angela McMurray
I wanted to know how a sea shell might be found embedded within a mountain. So I climbed one and when I got to the top, I reimagined everything I could find. The land covered in sea and under the water I found I barely skimmed the horizon of all that might be. But I worried not, for in the process my imagination breathed a name. What a word – how breath-taking is the sage!
Sage tastes like a fresh garden. My mother made me try it once over some pasta and meat sauce. I didn’t know what it was at the time. It seemed like a strange, leafy vegetable, which meant I was instantly skeptical. I tried slipping it under the table to our beagle, but even he turned his nose and went back to lying in front of the refrigerator.
Akick
A seasoning…giving flavor to a bland piece of barely cooked poultry. A wisened old man with the answers to everything and the solutions to nothing. Flavoring life with a spice to trick people into believing that life is not as bland as that chicken you forgot to take out of the oven. Spicy
My cousins name is sage. he’s thirteen years old and he’s like the brother I never had. he is a gymnast and he can play the piano and guitar and he can also sing. he is very talented and I love him very much.
I love the smell of sage. It reminds me of the sage chicken my mother always used to make when I was young. That was before all the bad shit started to happen. Ever since she and my dad split up, I haven’t had an actual cooked meal. Mostly just different variations on fast pizza style food. microwavable. fried. oven made in under 10 minutes. I didn’t think I’d hate it when she left. I thought it would be better. But it’s not. I almost miss the fights. Sage brings back good memories. I wish I could have those back, but theyre all gone.
Shelby
someone who is wise and good at giving advice. they offer peace when you are around them and make you feel calm. usually an older person, with more worldly knowledge then you think you could ever achieve. they make you feel good about yourself.
Tori Skoniecki
who’s the mage whose major itinerary is making all oz merrier? who’s the sage whose sagely sailed in to save our posteriors? whose enthuse for hot air ballooning has all of oz honeymooning? wooooo, wizn’t he wonderful? our wonderful wizard! – i have Wicked on the brain. can’t help it. i saw it last night. :)
sounds yummy, it’s a nice spice. I talked to someone about it once, he said we could go out and smoke it, more fun than pot. Them hippies smoked sage, I’ve always wondered what smoking it did. Suppose I’ll find out someday, you do weird things in college. Maybe is is just as fun to smoke. And maybe the smoke tastes all sage-y.
Miri
A person
A spice
Wise
A man went down the alley looking for some sage. His wife was cooking, you see, needed some for the recipe.
Brad
‘Nam.
1964.
It was me, scruffy, and three pounds of raw fish.
“What will we do? We have no seasoning! We can’t this fish bland, this is ‘Nam!”
Noticing Scruffy’s cries of despair, I realized something must be done.
So I went to the forest, AND PICKED SOME WILD SAGE.
GRINDED IT.
sage smells good, it goes in food, it grows in the garden when it’s warm by the front concrete step that leads up to our house and the lawn is cut and green and the sun is going down and the temperature is enveloping
asd
Sage was a beautiful girl. She had everything she ever wanted. but she was greedy. so one day a girl came to her. a witch, she cursed her into a bird. claiming that she must find some to love her in order to be human.
The wise thing to do would be to get away. To leave. To avoid temptation. Disaster even. I can’t admit the truth. No good would come of it, I’m sure. How could it. No the best thing to do is to leave – if only I were so wise.
sage is a computer programme that acountants use. I know this because my mum is training to be one, but she’s also a chef. Sage is also a herb and one that she likes to use when shes cooking, because it makes things taste really goood
the sage brush was covering the forest floor, giving it a creepy aura. the animals scurried around, looking for cover as the rain began to pour down and flood the ground. squirrels ran up trees, chipmunks jumping from leaf to leaf.
Mom was standing with her back to me as the steam formed a cloud over her shoulder filled with the aromas of sage and rosemary, common scents in our house.
esitein politics whiite the world university dolphins glasses books
The sage the wise old woman handed me smelled fresh, and pure; something I didn’t expect for what I was going to be using it for. But I guess that’s how life works sometimes. The good and pure have to clean up what the evil has left behind. They sweep up the dredges of life that have been left behind and attempt to make it into something that can be salvaged.
Nobody reminded me more of Jesus like Sage did. Sage in her billowy ivory turtleneck. Sage, laughing out blood. Just like Jesus, Sage was a Jew.
Like my mother’s rotten flower in the corner of her living room. My stepcousin or whatever thought it would be a good idea to name her Rockefeller baby Sage. Sage. Like the color. And I wonder if all the kids at her elite preschool will make fun of her for not having a name like Adonis or some other cultural greek reference.
You done good for yourself. You real smart, real wise almost – like some ancient shaman. You real sage, even. You got the wrinkles to prove it and you eyes – they real trusty, your eyes. You done good.
Sage Atreyu used to be a normal girl. That all changed once the dreams started. After that one thing led to the next, and now she was engaged to marry a demon. Avahu was quite human as demons can be.
Sage is a spice. It is also the name of my good friend’s friend. My friend seems to be obsessed with Sage and her Zine distro. As a child I had another friend who was obsessed with another girl named sage. I suppose to be Sage is to be amazing and attract obsession.
Sage is a color? But not really… is it a flavoring, no maybe it is a color. Would Sage make a good name? Probably not… but don’t tell Sage I said that. Actually you can if you want to, she will just tell you it’s a family name anyways. It’s not.
The color of my favorite dress.
When I cook I always seem to go to the sage, and put on almost all of my recipes. Its so strong and the smell is just amazing.
Sage is what I burn when there are ghosts in the house. The last time I burned sage was at 5 AM when my sister woke me up to tell me about the voices in the basement. I don’t know why or how but it works to banish the bad energies and spooky stuff that happens in old houses. It doesn’t smell that good, though. But fresh sage leaves are soft like lamb’s ears.
Sagebrush in the hills is like lavender in a secret garden. I hear the howl of a coyote and turn my head to see him standing there in the orchard.
“Don’t you think sometimes it would be better to control your emotions?” says the lonely frog.
Not if you want to live.
The sage brushed against my cheeks as I walked through the forest. I was looking for something more important than my life itself. I was not looking forward to this night but I knew I had no choice. There was only one way to turn, and that was left. I carried the sage in my arms and tired to not let it hurt me.
The sage on the butternut squash ravioli looked crisp and delicious. It reminded him of the sage he should burn in the closet, to cleanse whatever spirits had moved in. It was just last night that he was woken three times by bursts of light and the laughter of children behind the closed door.
The room exuded sage. By saying this I do no mean that someone had painstakingly painted the entire room in the passive shade of that color, though of course that was also true. I mean that if there were a room called Wisdom, in a house called Virtue, it would be this room.
Isn’t it some kind of spice?
But it can also be an adjective meaning wise. Wisdom is a wonderful thing because it is the one thing we can all attain. It comes through experience. You are not born wise, you become wise by living.
I unlock my door. The smell of white sage greets my nose. Friends lazily lounge in my living room. All the negative energy burned out with the sage. We are content. We are happy. We feel invincible.
a sage is a wise individual who is respected by all. Sage wisdom, sage advice. A sage in native american culture. burning sage in a ceremony. A place for sacred sage to be incensed.
smells nice.
Is it a wise old man or a shrubby bush? You notice you don’t simply ever sages around? The men, not the bush. Who would even know if they saw the bush or not?
I think of fields. Oddly-colored grasses. Breezes and gentle touches. Everything’s soft, quiet, subtle. Nothing’s sharp, nothing hurts. Beauty is here and so is mercy holding hands with love.
I once had a friend named Sage. She had the most beautiful eyes I ever layed eyes on. She was ugly, but sweet and I knew her well. I knew her secrets and who she wanted to be.
sage is a kind of herb. it reminds of simon and garfunkel who are awesome!! i love listening to them, especially when i need to wallow in my own misery, they have that dark, folky vibe. they are awesome though slightly weird looking. but anyway, woo go sage! The herb i know nothing about!!! or is it? i dont cook!!!! Haha bad wife!!!!
I wanted to know how a sea shell might be found embedded within a mountain. So I climbed one and when I got to the top, I reimagined everything I could find. The land covered in sea and under the water I found I barely skimmed the horizon of all that might be. But I worried not, for in the process my imagination breathed a name. What a word – how breath-taking is the sage!
Sage tastes like a fresh garden. My mother made me try it once over some pasta and meat sauce. I didn’t know what it was at the time. It seemed like a strange, leafy vegetable, which meant I was instantly skeptical. I tried slipping it under the table to our beagle, but even he turned his nose and went back to lying in front of the refrigerator.
A seasoning…giving flavor to a bland piece of barely cooked poultry. A wisened old man with the answers to everything and the solutions to nothing. Flavoring life with a spice to trick people into believing that life is not as bland as that chicken you forgot to take out of the oven. Spicy
My cousins name is sage. he’s thirteen years old and he’s like the brother I never had. he is a gymnast and he can play the piano and guitar and he can also sing. he is very talented and I love him very much.
I love the smell of sage. It reminds me of the sage chicken my mother always used to make when I was young. That was before all the bad shit started to happen. Ever since she and my dad split up, I haven’t had an actual cooked meal. Mostly just different variations on fast pizza style food. microwavable. fried. oven made in under 10 minutes. I didn’t think I’d hate it when she left. I thought it would be better. But it’s not. I almost miss the fights. Sage brings back good memories. I wish I could have those back, but theyre all gone.
someone who is wise and good at giving advice. they offer peace when you are around them and make you feel calm. usually an older person, with more worldly knowledge then you think you could ever achieve. they make you feel good about yourself.
who’s the mage whose major itinerary is making all oz merrier? who’s the sage whose sagely sailed in to save our posteriors? whose enthuse for hot air ballooning has all of oz honeymooning? wooooo, wizn’t he wonderful? our wonderful wizard! – i have Wicked on the brain. can’t help it. i saw it last night. :)
h
sounds yummy, it’s a nice spice. I talked to someone about it once, he said we could go out and smoke it, more fun than pot. Them hippies smoked sage, I’ve always wondered what smoking it did. Suppose I’ll find out someday, you do weird things in college. Maybe is is just as fun to smoke. And maybe the smoke tastes all sage-y.
A person
A spice
Wise
A man went down the alley looking for some sage. His wife was cooking, you see, needed some for the recipe.
‘Nam.
1964.
It was me, scruffy, and three pounds of raw fish.
“What will we do? We have no seasoning! We can’t this fish bland, this is ‘Nam!”
Noticing Scruffy’s cries of despair, I realized something must be done.
So I went to the forest, AND PICKED SOME WILD SAGE.
GRINDED IT.
SEASONED THAT FUCKING FISH.
It tasted delicious.
sage smells good, it goes in food, it grows in the garden when it’s warm by the front concrete step that leads up to our house and the lawn is cut and green and the sun is going down and the temperature is enveloping
Sage was a beautiful girl. She had everything she ever wanted. but she was greedy. so one day a girl came to her. a witch, she cursed her into a bird. claiming that she must find some to love her in order to be human.
The wise thing to do would be to get away. To leave. To avoid temptation. Disaster even. I can’t admit the truth. No good would come of it, I’m sure. How could it. No the best thing to do is to leave – if only I were so wise.
sage is a computer programme that acountants use. I know this because my mum is training to be one, but she’s also a chef. Sage is also a herb and one that she likes to use when shes cooking, because it makes things taste really goood