December 2007
DecemberDec 30 Sunday 07
Moonscape
A moonscape evocative speaks volumes to me when the time is right. And when it is not, is a burden to my heart. Although the subtle noisiness of the moment calms my nerves, I'm too afraid of what beyond there lurks (to remain in any sustained state of bliss). I fear for …
DecemberDec 19 Wednesday 07
Doorbell
Standing pigeon-toed at the front door, his eyes dropped sheepishly to the pavement following the ring of an illuminated doorbell. As he waited, a rose-petal drifted swaggeringly to the ground behind him.