on the sidewalk |
tiny person, you antin spit streetlight shadows grow &n
bsp; chasing aftertiny pattered steps,like the sound ofa pigeons win...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 01:38:00 GMT |
once upon a time... |
at the height of a distant mountain, stood a tree wider than the five of us could reach around.
remember that cold february night when waning moon and the stars hid underneath their gray woven blanke...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 01:11:00 GMT |
notes from the other side: |
it was the bent needle that scratched all my records. i bent it six, seven months ago today to give it a new sound. it was all in glory, those sounds, 'til that bend scratched all the records and now ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 17:59:00 GMT |
numbers |
i was like one!then you were like two!but we both decided three.and two was still ok.
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:07:00 GMT |
the creation of Harold (an unfinished character freewrite) |
that poor creature. he reads at least fifteen books a day, only one of those being fiction. he studies medicine more than anything else, his only dream is to become a doctor. he sits all day, growing ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Feb 2006 23:49:00 GMT |
dazed |
Very strange purple velvet skies, placid and dark at my nape
warming the flesh on my back.
Cookie cutter lights shine circles before my feet and footsteps.
Step, step into a spotlight and out, then ou...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 00:06:00 GMT |
young brain, please develop faster. |
Fuck the gossamer strings that
I thought had to be tied onto me from clouds
I chewed them all off from my chest
And enjoyed every moment of it
You forgot to strip them of
A sweet sugar coat
T&n...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 23:26:00 GMT |
how to find me: |
1. walk one hundred miles west into the forrest 2. find where the elder saplings reside (the one with t.r.c beginning to seep into it, that's me) 3. open the doors of the tree behind you, he's usually...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 22:35:00 GMT |
attribution first/third person |
animals are whatnature givesto act out replicate duties thathumans cannot give praise to theroots that hold what feeds the creatures, they areold and tallplacidor not when the wind is seen by dusts re...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Nov 2005 23:54:00 GMT |
i wanted to stay |
"layers"of a whisperfrom a beak near my human ear.i heard it flapping all along.i lay against the bluethe cold is now drifting through my coat.before the whisper,the ice seemed so thin upon my feetmea...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Nov 2005 23:52:00 GMT |
