Tag: Paris

He was furious because he could feel his face burning
And he had forgotten what they were laughing at after a while
In spite of the raincoat he was soaked
Now then, mind telling me who you are and what you’re doing here?
I’m missing my friends too
What do I do if there’s a gator?
When the light expired, they slept
The woods were deep, but they were neither peaceful nor quiet
She thought she had all the answers now
There had to be a story
You scared the hell out of some folks today!
My imagination was just big enough to get me in trouble
Most of them are hidden in gauzy wrappings that look like shrouds
Or they will chase each other, racing up and down stairs or pounding along the halls
Somewhere along the way she’d found time to put on a little makeup
There was a moment or two of silence
Quite! Enough! Photographs! For one day! Thank you!
Once in a while he talked
She cupped her palms over her eyes and waited
He was several inches shorter and better dressed than most of the other men
Let me help you while you’re in this town
It’s always better to make people think you have nothing at all
His father would often yell at him for breaking a glass
I tried to see them all in one long glance before they were gone
This was the farthest from home he had ever travelled
And while I could have ended there I had no desire to
The ministers had better things to do than throw coconuts at concrete
She pursed her lips and smiled with great effort
The world’s axis turned another notch into his chest
So she threw herself into the organizational problems of managing her children
He opened his eyes in shock at the image, the sensual clearness of it
What type of trap was this? he wondered
Reality was the ultimate bulldozer
Clouds heaping in cumulus shelves overhead
Gone fishing
Just so – if only we could jump fast enough, or had a strong enough wind at our backs, we could all be planets
What can he possibly be thinking
State your intentions, Muse. I know you’re there
We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same
Don’t worry, the old man said, winking. I’ll sing one of my short ones.
It’s hard to tell sometimes what people are
I unpacked my bag and found a dead cockroach
It was as if he were seeing her for the first time
They don’t give you a manual
I didn’t mean to make such terrible decisions
He knew none of the street names or city centers
She would devote her life to these creatures
Slipping out in the dark he would track night-scented flowers in the summer woods
She would not let them see how they had unsettled her
He had several favourite retreats