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A pool of invisible fire glowing embers of soft sleepy fur curly and fuzzy and wrinkled and small, oh so small. A tail that doesn't quite touch a wet button ...

the finger-smudged glass panes and the clank of doors as we pushed them open, ran into the silently gray rain. -"it's raining!" she cried. -and we pronounced it deep and ...

Tybalt's challenge to Romeo: For the rogue Romeo of Montague: A noble not deservant of thy rank; For who would come in honesty and truth Behind an antic face to ...

Coldplay is coming out of the trees oh yeah. Still kissing my heart, the bruise is a purple aura on my head. It scribbles away like the typo that starts ...

Between flickers of an unearthly dance Captivating all who stare, entranced; It wildly frays, battles and swoops, Stepping time to cryptic, crackling tatoos. Like a tiger's eye the flames sweep ...

Out of the well-oiled body slide sleek, dark chocolate blades, churning gold-wrought wavering circles in the grey-greeny shadows of the glades. The crackle-paint feet are revving, the bubbles are issu

Your notebook's half empty, the caterpillar edges curling through its mysterious leaves. What dreams are kept cocooned inside, I prefer to just imagine.

city rooftops and too-bright skies grant courage to those who leap. soft cradle below of beautiful lies, silenced wings from the darkness rise, and gently land in a heap. Note: ...

Clenching its muscles, a serpent inside me feels my pain. Some put the blame on the snake, but I know it's not her fault any more than it is mine. ...

Someone filled the valley with fluffy madness; someone dumped moondust on the terracotta roofs. We ski down to the diner in the middle of the road; dunes of untouched snow ...

When furled leaves glide on blue sky wings, and land In whispering, watercolored heaps; when sharp The tongues of frosty air that lick the grass To ashen gray; when in ...

A blind girl walks up the street, passing bywhere I sit beneath the cool white columnsof the porch, so civilized against the emeraldblades of grass hustling up to meet the ...

I dreamed you turned into petrified wood.

That night we played Sardines like we were kids again ourselves.

He brought me an x-ray of a daffodil.