December 2009
5 posts
snowflakes: fold and cut,
we can make weather, you and I.
hang paper above our heads…
lets get lost in a blizzard, together.
snow isn’t white, it’s clear crystal reflecting the good in the world.
shdws.
what is a shadow’s life if not for the sun?
aller. (a short story)
Snow was falling lightly.
Emery sat on a brick wall, quietly. He was wrapped in a blanket that resembled any typical homemade knit masterpiece. His gloved hand reached out from inside the blanket and a snowflake landed on it, and then another. A girl, wearing glasses and with a blanket too, walks up to him.
“Why are you out here? It’s freezing.”
She glares at him, until he turns to her. He puts...
*we are only dust*
black.
light strikes cavities of the dark
to ignite a dance of the dead
particals of life,
rising,
then falling into shadow,
then rising again
and floating into beams of gold
light.