1920the air pretends apple and white and faint moveslike a woman doing the shimythe rag(drumhiss and tap of acymbal)my great aunt at 87yearsstomping i..
life is my defeat, timerising graduallike the oceanor the lake in flood to put me herenext to my own memorieswishing faithfully wishful and knowing it..
not that they couldn't fly geraniums fly by some other meansgifted by other means standards above sky breaking means and the light itselfthe light its..
Boston...oh give me curved space... arches,aprons of time, over river bridgesstrong, bent to the will of the universefifty floors of lightprudentials ..
i am hands folded, my wings behind me, i aman old 60 yr old man who wishes he could be a ladyboymy hands are too big however and my grandchildren woul..
anonymous calls beganhappeningpeople would be sitting next to windowswith their feet upsuddenly a body would fly past the windowno body knew whythis w..
turning off all power of thought disparaging of meaning itselfstood he, at the corner of main and fruit-what? having no other thoughtbut that of she w..
there are windows that act like doors. ladders that if you climb them bring you down instead of up. pastor higgs often prays for others and they pay h..
some thin great small hand?or naught some wind or heart the finish of all things?deep space black hole node of time stopped by mere gravitythe click a..
i reek of self exposureblindbeing seen in a hallwayrunning just to gain seclusionfrom myselfvoice of the darkhump hump hump tothe center of it in my r..