wake up black bird! it will take you leaving a worm or two on my doorstep to get my attention, but when i do i am disgusted. you got up so early, while i was still spreading preserves on a crisp piece of toast. 'strawberry would be nice. but what about blackberry, i've heard it's in season!' but if i could ever make up my mind i wouldn't spend all ( Read more... )

part one. entrepreneurs of other nations ( Read more... )

part one. a: becareful what you call beautiful. b: coming to accept ( Read more... )

and the girls, they all want men. and the boys they're with pretend to notice their new dress.

you brushed my hand on top off the haystack ( Read more... )

the sloth creeps among the heaps of sand, licking up the ants that come scurrying out from holes in the miniature mountains that they call home. and when his mouth is full he begins to chew and cannot speak, but he looks at me and i know exactly what he is thinking. 'why hurry now little insect? you're still young with so much time. and the grain ( Read more... )

i found a crumpled piece of paper among the spare laundry change on my dresser. and on it was a plan. the only one i ever had. made the day after i was told there was no stork, and i remember feeling quite cheated. i was told that this is a woman. she carries your other rib and without it you'll never be complete. and i also remember that is scared ( Read more... )

beware O son of my womb, O son of my promises! of the sharks that slither around above our heads. in nests made for birds in the tops of trees. but my heart dances around like a loose leaf on a balcony. who doesn't know it's far too high and if it strays from those narrow confines the bones in it's legs will break. or at least bend at the strangest ( Read more... )

there's a man that rides on a set of aluminum spokes beside me. and if i found it easy to speak to anyone right now. it's not the ones i trust. it would be easier with him. but he has his doubts. as to whether there is room for the frame of his bicycle in the trunk. it won't do to leave it behind. or if his ears will grow tired of stories. all of ( Read more... )

it's love! it's love! but i cannot find the roots. and it's not love at all. Christ remember i am not to be trusted. i spent an afternoon sorting through a shelf. bottling and labeling the beliefs they held. and what a waste. when outside children are tasting snowflakes. one delights in what his tongue imagines is a grain of sugar. another in a ( Read more... )