Something about Weeds |
Can you show me a story with pages that are written for someone like me? I think that I am a complicated creation with a body, just skin and bones, and organs and feelings that deceive me. Like an old...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 04:35:00 GMT |
To the Light |
The white-tailed deer, the woodchuck, and the red fox,buried themselves in the white dirt of the prairie, picking at their fur,wrestling all that they could feel, to the depths of the soil below,churn...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 18:48:00 GMT |
summer in the sierra |
"We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us. Our flesh and bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beau...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 05:05:00 GMT |
illume |
Was a war that wasn't won yet. All the mommas had the babies and they kissed their tiny heads, so soft n' pure. The mommas kissed love into their worlds. Joy was restored, and it was good. And they sa...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 10:26:00 GMT |
