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In Gulf 22 May 2010 | 04:10 am
As you toddle like a buoy, greedy girls scoop shells by the bucketful and I lie on the sand, blending in. The cicadas scream in the moss-dripping trees as Winter clatters in her pool. Tomorrow the bla...
In Gulf 22 May 2010 | 12:10 am
As you toddle like a buoy, greedy girls scoop shells by the bucketful and I lie on the sand, blending in. The cicadas scream in the moss-dripping trees as Winter clatters in her pool. Tomorrow the bla...
Gift for David 12 May 2010 | 03:13 am
It may weigh less than a pound and remain in a locked chest, but put your ear to it, it is there repeating, repeating. Do with it what you will for it is yours.
Gift for David 11 May 2010 | 11:13 pm
It may weigh less than a pound and remain in a locked chest, but put your ear to it, it is there repeating, repeating. Do with it what you will for it is yours.
The Letter 3 May 2010 | 04:35 am
Her voice slid into my ear; she wished that I would write her to give her news from home. I sat, armed with pad and pen. The stark sheet glared, a beacon waiting to be lit. The events of the year bob...
The Letter 3 May 2010 | 12:35 am
Her voice slid into my ear; she wished that I would write her to give her news from home. I sat, armed with pad and pen. The stark sheet glared, a beacon waiting to be lit. The events of the year bob...
Silence Lives Here 1 May 2010 | 08:54 am
It's louder than anything. Dishes fall and shatter noiselessly, the vacuum's muffled, the spark of a match is unheard, the television drones on, muted. Silence booms. It wormed it's way over cleaning ...
Silence Lives Here 1 May 2010 | 04:54 am
It's louder than anything. Dishes fall and shatter noiselessly, the vacuum's muffled, the spark of a match is unheard, the television drones on, muted. Silence booms. It wormed it's way over cleaning ...
A Revelation 28 Apr 2010 | 11:28 am
I choke on the air thick with the stench of surmise. Biting into that bastard apple made my teeth ring cloyingly. A simple optic scan reveals nothing. You must peel me. Pared of my skin, is my viscera...
A Revelation 28 Apr 2010 | 07:28 am
I choke on the air thick with the stench of surmise. Biting into that bastard apple made my teeth ring cloyingly. A simple optic scan reveals nothing. You must peel me. Pared of my skin, is my viscera...
