The Ones
A love in the making
Not Yet a Memory
Eight Ten Oh Seven
Pain
The Water
Paper Umbrellas
Castle Builders
Dream Suite
Pain
I walked barefoot. I played with water, each prismatic droplet blue and cool. I tended the plants, tasted a cherry tomato and went to the roses. Sprinklers, hoses, birdbath puddles: vast stratus clouds reflected upon all of these and said, "Hello, my sisters."
The air zinged iron. A new liquid came out punching red. Blood and water became my footpath. The brown drool gurgled blacker. I gasped your name; you were inside the house. I crawled towards the sun on a meadow of cloud. I pulled each thorn and micro-thorn from the soles of my feet. You brought silver tweezers.
The air zinged iron. A new liquid came out punching red. Blood and water became my footpath. The brown drool gurgled blacker. I gasped your name; you were inside the house. I crawled towards the sun on a meadow of cloud. I pulled each thorn and micro-thorn from the soles of my feet. You brought silver tweezers.
