Endless words whispered into wanting ears. Winters worst storm is winding into cold covered shanties. Cloth shrouds numerous mannequins shivering, but only slightly. To cover all that seems human, risk. The bite, the wound, the scar, a word to wisdom. A wrinkle forms on my face, a year passes over my body. The water falls one drop at a time ( Read more... )

I have often wondered what life would have to offer with no words. Would certain people be more desirable or less? How would people differ in their daily exchanges? If right now you realized that you had only one, one syllable word to speak what would it be? What word would I speak with my last breath? I think I would say "the". I know ( Read more... )