Tag: vegetation

The universe does not understand up and down
As for the old, they had rites of their own
He was having a hard time keeping her on his mind
The roar and rush of it never stopped
At first the place wasn’t so bad
The syrup came in small plastic containers
There was juice and decent coffee
The dozen faeries hidden around the room gave a cheer
Her knees were grubby and she looked even thinner than usual
No steam rose from the surface of the water
And say which grain will grow and which will not
We were inferior, therefore our history didn’t matter
It was the rattling that woke her
The band of children following them grew louder
He crossed the polished floor of the hall
The scorpion was black with a purple shine
It was almost as if the child was waiting for something to happen
He wondered how long ago this had happened
She was ready to leave once more
He was always sure that his mother was alive
She looked at him and nodded cheerfully
As the year went on, and spring gave way to summer
The house had a smell of damp and old cooking
He rose from his chair and put on his hat
He, of all people, knows what’s real and what’s not
They’re so judgmental
They won’t just come out and say, …
… and no one is allowed to see the whole picture
That remembered image was all I had to go on
The place began to hum and rumble
Thinking is a physical process that goes on in your nerve tissue
There was a lot he didn’t know, …
… but nothing he was afraid to ask about, …
… and ask about, and ask about, …
… until he understood it perfectly
There was a lot of green and growing matter
The roadside ditches were full of jumpweed and slashberry
The shuttle won’t be back until tomorrow
It brimmed and thrummed like rising yeast
I know what you came for
To see how black I was
She didn’t want to be like that
She buttoned her coat and left the drugstore
Damn the snakes my man was coming for me
Everybody needs a pile of newspapers
Trees do not naturally sprout from lakes
I met a traveller from an antique land who said:
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert
He tries to get up on his elbows to look
It must be around midnight when the sharks come