Daily Archives: September 7, 2014

… she wishes she’d skipped the fruit, the fun and flow and glow and gracias of last night’s go. this morn, she’s torn between words and sleep – some to sacrifice, some to keep.   ….

… Focus on the foreground, and you’ll see that donning a yellow dress and walking across the street leading a leashed goat is not the same as writing in your journal, …………although the words sometimes bleat and me -ander their … Continue reading →

…. She has thrust three bullets in, ignoring the dismal scent of sin and the signal of the horses fleeing. She’s got a good spot behind the back bin, a need -le in a haystack waiting to be un -found. … Continue reading →

… The star -lings are at it again, breaking the inky skin of this in -digo sky. They’ve got murder on their minds, if they just can must -er enough black to form a siege and fly.   .. Prompted … Continue reading →