Monthly Archives: April 2011

Where is the fool?

Where is the fool who hides in the man? To question the passing of time, without which his wisdom does suffer the most, splintered from protection, it fails. When spoken in tongues, we see through the lie, no reverence without … Continue reading

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Splattered

Something broken.  Spread out and unforgiving of its violence, a fruit salad ending.  The seeds shrivel, finding no purchase on baked concrete, gasping in the dust thick air.  Liquid arms reach out in silent desperation for whatever sustenance is available, … Continue reading

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