I am a limb. We are the tree.

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 12:04:30 GMT

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 01:45:24 GMT

he walked, with an axis tilt left.. cap hung low around the brow, casting a silver struck shadow in soul shimmer of lady light. stamped above the right breast pocket read his name, and below, the signature of war. gentle as a man..roughly tracing hands, we agree with our company. there's an irregularity in the concrete seating. shackled in language we share mute gestures. "the moon lady is very beautiful" his cap pushed back, age revealed..crisp wrinkles define the concave of flesh, humming in white night.

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 02:47:16 GMT

I carefully tug the drawstrings, raising the sun from her sleep.

Life is life, and kind is kind.

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 02:31:13 GMT

He asks, “a cigarette or two?”
His eyes glow charcoal blue.
"it's not death i fear, but the readiness of such indignity."