soft and soggy. wet bedsheets. |
You need a bare head to sit in the king's court. A glisten on top, tufts on each side. Reddish cheeks. Drooping eyebrows. Hair in the ears, hair in the nose, hair on the nape of the neck.He'll dress y...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 02:54:00 GMT |
a nice moment |
My hands and a small round chocolate wrapped in red foil. That's all. And an unobjectionable drumbeat. That's all.My only purpose is to unwrap this chocolate.With each moment of foil-peeling, the room...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 01:57:00 GMT |
rumbmble |
rumble.. rumblrumble.... A village full of hopeful eyes dart up toward the sky. The air feels thick, and the clouds are dark in the west. But no one honestly expects rain anymore.It's been sixty days ...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 01:48:00 GMT |
i'm scratchin' it |
GUNSHOTS. The air drips adrenaline. Minds are hacked down to their most primal function, sheer self-preservation. Feet scarcely touched the ground, bodies blew across the street and down the sidewalks...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 01:27:00 GMT |
what an odd little boy |
swinging back and forth between cynics' despair and hopeful disgruntlation, like a pendulum in a grandfather clock. then, a dreary, dead world of empty bodies and waiting caskets. now, a sizzling inte...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 02:10:00 GMT |
"this and that, etc." |
The fire will rain down, the stones will pierce the ground and sizzle a vicious sizzle. The grass will shrivel and go brown, and the soil will bubble and gurgle. The skies will turn bright, bright gre...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 04:27:00 GMT |
borrowing wives |
Eleven times eight: eighty-eight. Fourteen times twelve: one hundred sixty-eight. Twenty-nine divided by five: five and eight tenths.Excellent. He's ready. Hopefully this will have been the last repai...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 02:01:00 GMT |
you've been promoted |
YOU ARE KING
You are king of everything you can see. You're king of that stack of papers, and you're king of Ted's stapler. And if that other guy moves his coffee mug,&nb...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 02:19:00 GMT |
you will get strep throat soon |
Intermittent wafts of steam float up from between the street and pavement. Ghosts. Torn posters at the mouth of the alley are ruffled by a rigid breeze. GHOSTS. This city died a long time ago. Then n...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 03:00:00 GMT |
I am clearly superior at words |
My brain hemispheres wrestled with one another, violently twisting over in my head. I'd never had a headache like this, never had the feeling of pressure inside my cranium been so intense that my visi...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 02:58:00 GMT |
