Posted on July 30, 2005 in Sorrow & Regret Violence
Her face was a mix of Mayan and European, her skin a beautiful brown, her hair a natural looking orange brown.
Posted on July 28, 2005 in Writing
The wall before me is brick. Lots of detail but as silent as — a brick wall.
Posted on July 27, 2005 in Mania Psychotropics
You feel like chips of dried peeled paint.
Posted on July 25, 2005 in Encounters
As I broke the seal of my car door, the beat of electric bass and drum assailed me.
Posted on July 25, 2005 in Campaign 2004 Mania
I should not have gone to Vegas.
Posted on July 22, 2005 in Cats Myths & Mysticism
Cats know that they were gods in ancient Egypt.
Posted on July 20, 2005 in Tutoring Words
I remain a word glutton, a seeker after meanings a mere sliver from the words I hear every day.
Posted on July 19, 2005 in Travels - So Cal
Your head had plenty of discourse with the signs and the relics themselves: they were your company.
Posted on July 18, 2005 in Driving
A great wall of trucks that ran for I don’t know how far.