Archive for July, 2007
She’s there…
July 28, 2007 She’s there, on the porch, in a chair made from a single chain, Children bring her buckets of white, brown and green eggs, She holds two at a time, one in each hand, breaking them on her knees, The porch is a swirling platform of flies, yolks, tiny finch prospectors… The empty [...]
July 28, 2007 | admin | Comments 0
She loved the leaves…
July 22, 2007 She loved the leaves; the way they never fell perfectly, like dominoes would have it, if they could. She stepped outside one early morning and simply stood, looked, swore that the sun had forgotten to rise, then slowly, it came to her, a spotted fawn and the aha, that the clock had [...]
July 22, 2007 | admin | Comments 0
