TymeProse

The notes on her piano trickle, tinkling like misty rain-- they were different that day. Her chords were muted, and jilted as she played. Tilting her head, she listened to the stange sound, the voice of her country: mourning had arrived. Today, eyes would open and swing wide for the entrance of a new fear, as if the cold war, and terror were never enough. The piano player heard the plea from another galaxy-- a faint signal, a dying star like a cryptic code; the time and place unknown, but the... Sign in to see full entry.

Once was a simple garden of daisies growing here and there among roses stained by blood. But I did not know those daisies would be a garland upon my head. And as blood must spill to wear the red of a bloody rose, I could not think of lovely things, like petals creamed to butter; I could not think of simpler things-- of babies bubbling, or toddlers tickling: I could not think of anything. Sign in to see full entry.

"I'm gettin' old," he'd say but to me, he was young so young, his face told a tale of trials and tears and raw love breakin' all the rules. So young, I could taste him on the tip of my tongue when he kissed me and curled his fingers in my hair like an autumn rake through sweet messy hay all rumpled and strewn about from a romp on his lap and hot moist air in his ear. "Yeah, I'm just an old man," he'd say, 'cause he knew I'd have to prove him wrong one more day. Sign in to see full entry.

We are a wild extravagance a mad gaiety a verve, a gusto a delerium a continual oscillation between extremes with bare stretches tasting like brass almost leaving a full flavor of emptiness beyond optimism or pessimism. Might we give the last frisson? Does pain have no more secret recesses? We wish no predominant note of bitterness to the full if there were one and if it were possible do we really desire to restore our appetites for fundamental realities? Sign in to see full entry.

The sliver of silver and the brass couplet round her slender neck would not could not compare to the fantasies entwined and shining round and about her tender soule like a golden rope through millions of milleniums and the mightiest of Kings. Sign in to see full entry.