A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
only fools fly when they've lost their wings
Thursday, July 28, 2011
There's nowhere to hide From a life lived in the corner of things Where all is cracks and seems Made for slipping through
You can't live with your heart on a napkin.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Dreams don't get more real Just by being dreamed more You just get less able To tell the difference
When the lines cross And sparks jump into the gulf between Reaching out with twitching fingers To snap the other side Then I let go But try as I might I can not suck the burn away Or forget my glimpse of light.