In close sets |
The snow was being lifted around the orange street lamps in great confettious throws, like smashed creamsicles of someone’s summer party gone awry, and the drifts and spills of plowed ice chunks...
Posted by Yarr on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 08:50:00 PST |
The breadloaf of one shoulder |
How it could be possible to split the difference between Capital H and the period poised right here. I have mentioned the mental retardation that accompanies wealth, and I admit that from th...
Posted by Yarr on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 08:54:00 PST |
The physics are remarkable |
I imagine that red chickens eat more sand than the white. I know how it feels, I had the devil land in my lap, and it felt good, so good, but only on the surface, like resentments, like kittens spiral...
Posted by Yarr on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 05:37:00 PST |
Ive been drinking from a dirty water fountain |
They are still admired, neglected in time as the view is condensed into the small package of a half hour's light, but never depreciated. On top of a picnic bench, snug to the quiet side of a hill, scr...
Posted by Yarr on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 08:06:00 PST |
