upside down
the snow caps
trawled on the bottom.
The roots of the trees
grew up
like hands in a church.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
About Me
Blog Archive
-
▼
2010
(241)
-
▼
May
(31)
- Scene 282: Stage in Life
- Scene 281: What's Found Outside the Lines
- Scene 280: Luck
- Scene 279: A Road Quite Taken
- Scene 278: Little Salvation
- Scene 277: Together
- Scene 276: Price of Memories
- Scene 275: Half-Eaten
- Scene 274: Requiem of the Forest
- Scene 273: In Between
- Scene 272: The Lines
- Scene 271: Wallpaper Narrative
- Scene 270: Through the Teeth on the Wall
- Scene 269: The Family Pet
- Scene 268: Walking in the Grass
- Scene 267: What You Found in the Dark
- Scene 266: Service
- Scene 265: Escape at Home
- Scene 264: Garden of Forks
- Scene 263: Return
- Scene 262: The Fall
- Scene 261: Redrawn
- Scene 260: Truth
- Scene 259: Ghosts
- Scene 258: Waste
- Scene 257: On and Off
- Scene 256: Hunter
- Scene 255: A Flash
- Scene 254: A Day in the Park
- Scene 253: Collision Course
- Scene 252: Wither
-
▼
May
(31)
No comments:
Post a Comment