Under My Umbrella |
Down 101 in our Steel Fuschia BoxAbove our heads exists an infinity of unfathomable fantasiasticsand fields of future fireside fables trail close behind.Below us and the wheels of our steel box reside...
Posted by ms. on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 07:49:00 PST |
Bedtime Story |
"Bedtime Story" by Jeffrey Whitmore
"Careful, honey. It's loaded," he said, reentering the bedroom.
Her back rested against the headboard. "This for your wife?"
"No, too chancy. ...
Posted by ms. on Wed, 24 May 2006 03:03:00 PST |
Desperation |
Toward the end of August, evening thunderstorms had often moved through the areabrief but hellacious convulsions the old cowboys called 'benders.' And in that year, the hushed minutes before th...
Posted by ms. on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 07:54:00 PST |
Hilikus |
... I am the spit on the hair of a son of an electron swimming around the nucleus of a cell inside the sperm of a killer bee and my purpose is as nebulous as why we've been bestowed with the ca...
Posted by ms. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
