"Death is but a sleep" quaint rationalization even to Revolutionaries. Think of Robespierre holding his bleeding jaw or Marat outside - eyeing the inscription,...
She sits within the Magic Lantern - that facsimile for pleasure, decor of wineskins where at $2.50 a garment extravagance comes extra; skin like rosy flames the whisk of smoke at hearthside...
In fury, come the Heavens, the days, our horsebells upon a crystal sleigh. Up slowly until, the horse carriage wet and coming up the evening walk pauses; then snow before a vanished world.
Artists (astrologers never lie) are birthed when Venus is rising - not against cat's whelp (eye of newt, tongue of frog) calamitous mist or London fog; far, ferny forbidding fenn. ...
He sat with no more compunction than an eel fish big-faced, bloated, the complexion of a beehive - a dragnet of emotions crammed into a tumbler upended in water. ...
The sun is a burning magnet on the water. Durable, our boat is a sizable pretzel in the arms of the bay. Warmth with contortion, the clash of passions tug the funnelled swooned water. ...
"I wouldn't try a crossing in weather like this," warned the old man. "It's a bad time of year, what with the wind and all. Worse still, the lake water is lethal by November. That means if you capsize it will be the chill that ...
The "Haight," in Ashbury lived up to its name. Sexual pioneers became commonplace. Agribusiness consolidated the back to the land movement. Joni Mitchell remortgaged all the tree museums....
Perhaps one is in prison - fidgeting as time draws to a close - a scrap of house tunic between the fingers or when labouring to break cuticles on swollen fingers...
I saw Bear shopping with Santa Claus at the North of 7 Plaza only he wasn't wearing a bib - only a cotton-wool imitation synthetic polystyrene white fluffy instead.