December 2009
3 posts
Okay, these pages, I read. And I read and I read and I read. It is raining, and it is cold. The woman looked across the room.
The wind knocks the windows and I don’t know that they can hold. First winter, here.
The rain, a low sound behind the hum of the small heater…
But I’ve read, and looked out the window and all is dark save for that building pointed like a beacon - large...
in the city
Every camel has its straw. But I am not a camel. The woman eyed him through the darkness of the unlit room. It had come upon them as they sat. Dusk, and the smoke & plume of incense. Dusk and darkness and the distance from one chair to another, and from a woman to a man.
We are all camels.
The man eyed the box on the table beside the burning stick. Nag Champa. But was that the brand or the...
“Off with their heads!”
– but it was only the Queen, and Alice was watching