The VW bus rocked and giggled inside, snowflakes falling like feathers that night on Providence. Drawn to the clouds of piney smoke seeping from the bus, I couldn’t cover my loud laughter.
Since I have seen the peeled truth of mortality and ecology, and earth’s future is to become Byron’s “lump of death,” my plan is to dance wildly and work on, oh, my God! sounding like Bless their hearts.
Because it is recursive I’ll drown my book in a city of lost tongues Rosy ideologies Troubled newborns The dead who speak to have their voices murdered
I was sweating and the patrons and even Jones were sweating and we were all in short-sleeves, but the man wore a suit. When the door closed behind him, he didn't sit down and he didn't go up to the bar, not initially.
Margaret, though, merely ignored her husband’s fury and squatted to the floor and situated herself alongside the shivering body of the wounded man and ran her trembling hands through his black hair and eased his head into her lap.
It proves my point that you don’t have to see your friends. They’re out there, at any moment they can enter your life. They aren’t celebrities that you search for.
This revolution's being televised. A country raped as tyranny unfolds --these current circumstances? No surprise. The 80s embraced fascism's slow rise --a country slept while specters grafted lies
For me, there’s so much comfort and joy in just knowing the names of all the critters and the wildflowers, knowing that we are just part of this amazing world of dragon flies and butterflies and sounds and smells and the way the seasons change and that we’re all part of it too—
