Monthly Archives: August 2011

Everything is bro- ken. But that’s not the whole stor- y. After all: Love.

One day taken to say: I still pull up pictures just to see you smile.

Land softly, little bird, on the thin of the world. Do what I cannot.

Luminescent blondes, these fully-clothed stalks of corn eye the stormy skies.

The storm clouds were dark; the line of trees, darker still. And yet we walked on.

The man in the moon, mouth agape, eyes frozen, lets loose a silent scream.

Bubble gum must be chewed within before bubbles can blossom without.