We found an elderly man in a wheelchair rinsing his feet in the stream. We also found children running up and down the stream, and very brown water containing visible brown particles. [Read More]
Archives for July 2015
Mythos, Pathos, and a Lotus Flower
Baying in sylvan moonlight, intrepid eyes watch as harbingers of sound, spoken word dappled in periwinkle trust, parades flamboyantly, confidently, down horse cobbled streets. [Read More]
Birdman
True to their fears, a figure came charging around the bend, arms stretched out like some albatross clumsily taking to the air. [Read More]
Sentences
Minds dip all day into words,
seining food from conversations
and roving stacks of books.
We gather, compose, revise —
slowly meaning more.
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