I became a waterfall |
It was raining very hard, water clicking on everything and for some reason, who knows why really, I just looked straight up, straight up into the clouds. You probably know that when you do this, the r...
Posted by The Apollo Program on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 02:05:00 PST |
Tornado Race. |
I broke my leg in a tornado race. Mother did not know what I was going to do with the tornado when she bought it for my birthday. Wear a helmet, she pleaded. Go slow. I did neither of these things. Of...
Posted by The Apollo Program on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 03:10:00 PST |
About Wishing I Was A Fish |
http://www.wanderingarmy.com/archives/135.html
Posted by The Apollo Program on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 03:47:00 PST |
A very true and very brief explanation. |
"A very true and very brief explanation of why I often harbor hope of things which are obviously not possible if one is prone to certain scientific assumptions that none of us will ever spontaenously ...
Posted by The Apollo Program on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 09:39:00 PST |
Wind and weather as family. |
We were so close minded about weather that we never even considered the idea that maybe this one time the rain might be going up. Why not? Why wasn't there the possibility that the puddles of water we...
Posted by The Apollo Program on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 02:14:00 PST |
Are you waiting for magical things to happen? |
Let us sleep like children. We don't have to be apart anymore. We don't have to be alone. Let's become foxes. Let's hunt our pray, snap it in our weathered, bleeding jaws. Everything can be ours. Let'...
Posted by The Apollo Program on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 05:48:00 PST |
The girl at the bus stop. |
She sat and then stood. Her breath was clouds.
Hair:
Orange and brittle.
Skin:
Very light, with little brown spots called freckles, which are constellations your body invents.
...
Posted by The Apollo Program on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 07:55:00 PST |
The Horses We Had Are Gone. |
The Horses We Had Are Gone.We had warned them many times, had brushed their hair with thick brushes and told them that attempting to jump over the electric fence was pointless, would surely kill them....
Posted by The Apollo Program on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 11:06:00 PST |
Wind. |
For so long, we never noticed that time was really the wind, just the cold breeze flowing past and cutting our ears. We tried to catch time, tried to claim it as our pet and make it ours. We reached u...
Posted by The Apollo Program on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 01:57:00 PST |
Rain. |
Don't be so gloomy. The rain isn't a punishment. It's the sky's attempt to get closer to you, to remind you it exists.
Posted by The Apollo Program on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 02:19:00 PST |
