Monthly Archives: November 2011

Afternoons turn dark; though I window gaze without, my sights turn inward.

Sharp mind. Soft heart. Soul inspired yet broken. Body seeking after health.

The saturated earth smells of fecund death: grass and leaf and loam.

Though it seems the same, forwards as back, it’s because the eyes ebb feebly.

And then the swift kick, the sickness in the stomach that negates all else.

A fairy tale now, this projected narrative will soon turn novel.