repetition of mortality |
William knelt down to the grass to feel how moist the soil was. He looked to the sky, then to the watch on his wrist. He hoped so much that the clouds would darken so they could burst with rain. He co...
Posted by brother dylan on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 06:15:00 PST |
january. |
I can see feet, they are walking down in multitudes into the oblivion of the sacrificial abyss. The possibilities of comparative analysis. The conjunction of the escalating memories elapse within trad...
Posted by brother dylan on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 10:19:00 PST |
projectors of fright or joy. |
i watched as that man leaned down, looking towards the cement. i said nothing, but continued to watch him. his body hardly moved and his eyes seemed transfixed on the motionless ground. i slowly inche...
Posted by brother dylan on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 10:18:00 PST |
the sickly mare swallowed the sea. |
under a smooth sheen of bulbous clouds, which melded into a permeating fog; the three men sat huddled in an empty lot. they were adorned with thick mustaches and dark, soot-covered coveralls. looking ...
Posted by brother dylan on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 10:07:00 PST |
diego calls the storm towards his wrath. |
the scepter of foreboding laid upon the clay path. the two man stopped in front of it, watching it, waiting. the morning sun rose high towards the darkened sky, then fell towards the brightened clouds...
Posted by brother dylan on Sun, 19 Mar 2006 07:17:00 PST |
enviable trysts. |
the vulnerability of time collapsed onto his distraught recollections. the fading light throughout each memory began to drive him into retching fits - fists clenched while tears poured from his soulle...
Posted by brother dylan on Sun, 19 Mar 2006 07:16:00 PST |
burgeoning doubt. |
william knelt down to the grass to feel how moist the soil was. he looked to the sky, then to the watch on his wrist. he hoped so much that the clouds would darken so they could burst with rain. he co...
Posted by brother dylan on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 02:56:00 PST |
the water wasn't enough. |
those silly girls really didn't know what they were getting themselves into. i knew it, but that is because all i would do was watch them. as soon as they got home from school, i would have my little ...
Posted by brother dylan on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 11:31:00 PST |
