Oct 24, 2020 | Fiction, Poetry |
White Snail.- (Silence.) (A young lady with a lace parasol comes along counting her steps. Upon reaching a little brook, she hesitates. Then she jumps.) Black Snail.- (Silence.) (The rat has crossed the river. The bad rat. The rat that devours the tender rootlets.)...
Feb 24, 2012 | Featured, Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
i saw a lady as she walked she walked with grace flowers fall like confetti petals o’er pavement, like slow snow she walked with purpose i saw a lady as she approached she spoke with care yet still mine heart did burst into flame the fire in my chest, like a...
