Thursday, April 24, 2008
Old Man Leaning, artist unknown, Mexican, clay I think a lot about our men arguing over who should die and who should live, I think about how they worry about the sky dropping fire and brimstone on them and all they love, I think about how they end up sore and bleeding standing on corners, I always... Sign in to see full entry.
Three women and a turtle...
I remember other springs when I fell in love and my own life changed in the middle of it's flowering, that was a long time ago, now each sping for me brings the long-nosed god of rain, whipping the air into a potion of desire for us all, that which is brown becomes green again, that which is slow... Sign in to see full entry.