crows on the stone pile. |
i see a flockblack and bitterscowling over stonesthey flap and fightclaw and cawguarding hidden bones
Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 01:41:00 GMT |
If Everyone Had A Porch With An Occupied Swallow House And An Attractive Hummingbird Feeder... |
...i don't think there would be as many television sets.
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 23:58:00 GMT |
How come you stay up so late? |
"I have to look the owl in the eye, if I'm going to get better."
Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 17:33:00 GMT |
Dowry |
There was a time, a time when strangers were not strange, only foreign. Not really foreign, in the sense, just new. Just different! His name was French. He spoke perfect english, not american, En...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 10:31:00 GMT |
Imminent Death. |
As of just now, I feel that I was very nearly destroyed by an on-coming light truck as a twisted mass of myself and my crippled bicycle tumbled across both lanes of traffic. My own blatant indeci...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 01:05:00 GMT |
