Yearly Archives: 2007

lilac

I stroll barefoot looking to dance near blousey purple intoxicating hanging over the fresh green grass like breasts daring the sun after winter’s strictures— promising all but too soon gone.

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Weapon

Nothing can silence a waiting room like a writing pad when one of the patients starts using it.

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Waiting room

Two little guys testing mummy’s limits the older editorializing on younger brother worried about having something small and white removed from his own ear with a knife maybe. So I told him how nice the doctor is and how quickly … Continue reading

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