"She is glad to leave the room. She has difficulty in breathing there, the air seems filled with smoke. Outside in the sunlight she braces herself and it works its way into her, warming her chilled bones. She is marooned now, at a loss where to go. It strikes her that this world is stranger than she can ever imagine. She wonders if it is always ( Read more... )

I think I may try that 100 poems thing, which was supposed to have begun upon the rise of the new year, but I'm not sure I had the motivation nor the desire at that particular juncture. Whatever case, being as the product of such follies always ends up being utter crap, I think I will keep them locked up in this little hole for now, because this is ( Read more... )

( Action and Inaction )