Sunday, November 18, 2007

Play it Again

Re-reading: Slowly
sinking in sentence structure
words wrap like water

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Not yet Nine

I had ten perfect half moons this morning. No longer then a centimeter. Cloud white tips to rosie pink ovals.

Vanity, thy name is Tree. And she has been painfully humbled as now she has only 8 perfect half moons.