What's the answer to my birth? When's the time to pierce the earth? Where's the hand to hold the spade? At whose feet are empires laid? Who's the man to dig my grave? Which is monarch, which the slave?
Updated 11-28-2010 at 01:39 AM by hack
Foam spray springs skyward from a ragged wind torn sea, churned to lace by gods more ancient than breath.
where glacier greets sea the crashing, calving flow gives voice to every storm that added to its stream, replies to each stone overturned by groaning ice, and rings with echoes of the shearing squeal of rock etching rock then asea, as centuries bob in new disquiet, ice becomes the sea, and melts into the depths of its own silence
Updated 09-04-2010 at 12:11 AM by hack
This morning at about 8 AM the two hummingbird fledglings at the front door left their nest. We have been watching them closely, even before they hatched. The serendipity of the placement of the nest, on a chain hanging from a reflective plate at the entryway, has allowed us to peek into the nest at will. The young birds were incredibly tiny when they hatched. They grew steadily at first, then in a short period of about three days, they went through a growth spurt, and they were gone. We ...
Paying the Toll Skeet and me in the last pew listenin' to some trash somethin' bout our savior and givin' up our cash We just have two nickles Skeet says give em one I tell Skeeter ten percent is the way I heard it's done Skeeter says you can't make change when they pass the plate so he leaves a nickle to get us through the gate I tell Skeet it might be fine if we was ...
Updated 07-03-2010 at 12:13 PM by hack