from rags to witches |
"You've got a mastery," he said...through studious spectacles and tickled brow. I thought I could see a smile stealing its way across his insides, but maybe I was wrong.
"I mean, you know w...
Posted by SLY thing on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 04:08:00 PST |
wrapped. |
Fall looks good on Fifth Avenue.Dress originates to/from the knees, keeping close and cozy those which we hold most valuable.
I look forward to this season all year 'round; the season of crisp, brisk ...
Posted by SLY thing on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 12:33:00 PST |
more than we admit to our mothers |
Fireworks dissipate like puffs of powder disbanded before the ignition...oh, right, ignition...
I'm guessing it was soggy to begin with.. . . . . . . .&n...
Posted by SLY thing on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 02:45:00 PST |
not too crowded and perfectly lit |
As a girl I married DB Sweeney.A few years shy of being called a Belle and with no idea where Memphis landed on a map, I still made my father take me ice skating; where I clung to an under-calculated ...
Posted by SLY thing on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 03:30:00 PST |
stripes and dreamsicles |
Last night I woke up where London was full of tigersharksand reachable by night train.And when I rowed my boat down one river-alley, was never to be heard from again...Last night I swam in a moat of c...
Posted by SLY thing on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 02:47:00 PST |
::kisses like peaches & dynamite:: |
PharmacyI stumbled upon your chapstick today.Walked right in, there it was. So I picked up two: one for me and [I think] one for you.BookstoreLast week I ran across that notebook you had l...
Posted by SLY thing on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 02:24:00 PST |
((sneeze)) |
Worn like a hand-me-down hobbyhorse, and frayed a little along the edges.I'm sucking hard on a strawberry/banana/apple smoothie, and crossing my fingers the fruit concoction will prove magic elixir of...
Posted by SLY thing on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 10:05:00 PST |
shell.mugs. |
You look like a sea otter up there with my dishes.Shoulders curved forward and head bent over the water, cupping not a shell but an overused coffee mug that has tasted more than its share today of cap...
Posted by SLY thing on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 09:45:00 PST |
she's not for the faint of ((breath)) |
Right now, if you handed me your heart in a cloth kerchief, I might only see the stitching.--pale red fabric with a few broken threads.Right now, if I asked you to dance, it might not be because I lik...
Posted by SLY thing on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 11:43:00 PST |
A Perfect Day for Bananafish; twitterpated and tongue-tied. |
...or just banana, beside a sweetened cup of English Breakfast.
Last night Matty roi Berger and I played the Sidewalk Cafe, giving rise to all kinds of glittery good-feelings of new shows/materia...
Posted by SLY thing on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 07:02:00 PST |
