Actual history is at odds with maintained ignorance.
“The rest of his question fades in her mouth.”
At the lake some put their promise in wading, some racing across the surface with their hands, some build sand castles.
When she backed me into the lie, she licked me in the lock.
Piano sounds like a carnivore.
Buddha frog.
Change is evidence of the universe.
If I could, I’d skip stone and move on to fire.
Quartz of tears but no words.
I, broken glass, sunset or sunrise.
Posted by: mIEKAL aND | October 17, 2006 at 08:37 PM