Wednesday, July 08, 2009
He tripped by chance the hidden wires of her anxiety.
The aeroplane shook hard, and the calm blue announcement came that the oxygen masks would be dropping, but when they dropped they were plaster death masks, each slung on a calm clear noose.
A calm noose of airpipe.
posted by Scout |
2:42 PM
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
in pursuit of mythic sustenance
her telescopic spear
stabbing the hot hearts of
the wildebeest whales
drenched, dead reckoning
murder. murder and loss.
posted by Scout |
3:48 AM
Monday, July 06, 2009
Adam realised late in the day that what felt like a thorn in his side was only the hatching open of his incubated rib.
posted by Scout |
7:51 AM
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