The First Day of the Rest of Her Life (Birth of Lady Lepellier) |
Towards the Mexican sunset a glowing light could be seen. That flash of color just before the sun sizzles completely into the pacific. The crests of the wind driven waves crashed against the broad w...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 19:00:00 GMT |
Sweetheart by Evan Rehill |
She tells him the only kind of love she's interested in is that smashed glass kind, like with J.C. that afternoon in Seattle when they got drunk and threw all the empty beer bottles out of the window ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 15:39:00 GMT |
Tomorrows Rain |
Beautiful isn't it? The way the highway hugs the coastline; the fact that the slightest turn of the steering wheel would put us in the sand. I grew up here, born and raised on the same street. Years...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 13:23:00 GMT |
The Things That Are |
There's a race of men that don't fit in,A race that can't stay still;So they break the hearts of kith and kin;And they roam the world at will.They range the field and they rove the flood,And they clim...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 13:03:00 GMT |
