Archive for May, 2010
The swallow still hasn’t learned how to regurgitate if it could it would release the words wrapped around its tongue since the day it pecked through diaphane and exposed wooden embroidery woven out of detritus and instinctual feelings like love and motherhood The nest which, when properly designed is prepared to hold aloft broken eggshells [ READ MORE ]
1. It happens that they bring their memories for him to decide which are truths and which are dreams and one day the division of things begins 2. “What is the difference between water and sky?” “Density,” she said, “In one you drown and in the other you suffocate.” 3. He stands with feet in [ READ MORE ]
Water runs beneath the doorjamb. The welcome mat floats away, soaks, and slowly disintegrates into wool and wicker. The letters and postcards dam up the doorway, blue ink outlines the currents, words resurface – my name, then I can’t see life [ READ MORE ]
The other night I met the girl from my dreams except that this time her hair was red[ READ MORE ]
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