Hey, the line starts back there! (or Ode to the Line Police) |
O line police, how would this world survive without you? You have paid your dues, worked your way up the ladder, and have said goodbye to the daily grind. Now you lavishly bestow on us the...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 14:53:00 GMT |
If I were a caveman... |
Would my heart stumble and throat close at the firelight shadow of her stooped shoulders? Would tears float soft eyeballs at clouds breaking over snowcapped peaks? Would heavy black clouds...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 20:36:00 GMT |
"I didn't know there were leprechauns in the world," |
Says my six-year-old niece, Tori, into the phone. I picture her in my mind; the muscles in her little body contracting naturally into a perfect ballet pose, the fervent, concerned look on her fa...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Mar 2006 13:02:00 GMT |
One foot on a banana peel... |
This is the day North ran South and East meandered West and the matrix flopped another flailing bundle of cells into the white flourescent lights of a 1975 Denver hospital. The organism coughed ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 16:48:00 GMT |
First day back |
The crummy pulls up to the job site, curb, gravel, and chunks of dead asphalt cut away in smooth clean lines. I assemble a rake with an aluminum head. This is my tool. My hands return to the permanent...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Mar 2006 18:38:00 GMT |
