Monthly Archives: October 2010

The Moon is a Dirty Yellow Basket

The moon is a dirty yellow basket low on the edge of night’s walk where two wanderers carry it to sky or fall in with it’s horizontal suicide.   What evil is it craves this for a sign? Futures shift … Continue reading

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The Train Museum

We never rode them, delicate machines that first tied the world round with iron string and set life speeding to its fever pace;   nor the cruel beasts pulling loads through mountains unwilling of tunnels blasted and long where crews … Continue reading

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