Saturday, December 31, 2005
So quickly, ten years went by. Yet she was still able to find the exact spot of that old, raw wound.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
527.
The posts ran into themselves, cross-eyed and muddled, yet somehow, a genuine comment slipped through. Thank you.
526.
Don't you see? Your name is written on the palms of my hands, on old school foolscap papers, on the flesh of my heart.
522.
Her head throbbed. She heard the watch chime away the hours. She was on the mountain that steals sleep.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
517.
The spider was black, larger than her hand, and it spun a web that hung from the overhead bridge to the bougainvillea plant.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Thursday, December 08, 2005
512.
Watch it echo. It bounces off the walls, flaking into pieces, and then you are left with this -- the hollow of a cup.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
508.
Something stirred inside him, whipping up the thoughts that have settled over years of habit. He cried as a baby.