C.C.

Smile. Did we last meet in heaven or is that an illusion? Is this a collusion of thought that permits us to share the necessary ambience needed to repair moonbeams. Perhaps this is only possible within a certain hour The power is transient and the glow passes It is not possible to reinvent the... Sign in to see full entry.

SNOW. I cannot stop in snow to say that I am sorry. There are restrictions to the entry of a cold face. I dare not slither to a halt lest I should see a sunny disposition in this icy place. Thoughts shatter into shards, it is so easy. When it is snowing one can face the elements and walk into the... Sign in to see full entry.

Letter What am I writing for? Not simply for the smoothness of your skin. You play a simple game that none can win. I cannot tell what messages you send. I wonder and the frosty warnings end, just like small violets nestling deep in snow. The warmth of your heart is all I need to know I have this... Sign in to see full entry.

The site. Let it be light, if owls sleep it must be. I feel all right, but so sleepy. Perhaps I’ll walk with eyes half shut Over the hill up to the hut. The watchman sits brewing tea. He spits and makes a cup for me. It goes down well by coal and flame. A sausage brown, so pleased I came. His dog... Sign in to see full entry.

06/01/10 Sailors. The toad and the froggy stared at the moon. The toad wore a bright blue tie. The froggy held a red balloon. The toad had a glint in his eye. The toad had something he wanted to say, but he stared with a frog in his throat. He wished he and Froggy could to sail away, but he had not... Sign in to see full entry.

Mother and daughter Do you think that I am beautiful? She looked mysterious and waited to be told or shocked in this case as I began to pull woollen picks from her sweater. ‘I am thinking.’ I said it to excuse my silence. Her large eyes glinted. Her lips curled and a hotch potch of emotions passed... Sign in to see full entry.

Yes. I was thinking as we age, we wear a thin disguise. She had bright yellow hair and that look was in her eyes. She came swirling up the mall; it came as quite a shock. She was as pink and white, as a peppermint rock. I grabbed a mature lady’s hand, as she was passing by. I whispered ‘Please help;... Sign in to see full entry.

She ‘The end run I hope?’ Reply ‘Yes I think we have had enough of this. and I noticed a pimple on the Select’s nose.’ She ‘The Select is going back to being ordinary then?’ Reply ‘Yes, I think it would be best, one has to make sacrifices.’ She ‘Alright I know how to compromise.’ Reply ‘I was coming... Sign in to see full entry.

The trouble with me is that I get too involved. Reply Yes that has always seemed to be your problem we must try and wrap this up, before you wriggle out of this commitment. I did not do this for fun. She That’s what they all say afterwards. More trauma. Disaster has struck; the Select has returned... Sign in to see full entry.

Entwine Mists are good they leave a space clear enough to hold the occasion of madness that one feels after coming in from the cold facts. Stretched against the sudden warmth of anything desirable a skin would have to be extremely versatile not to crease, expand or at least perspire. Not so, I can... Sign in to see full entry.