Wish me luck.


no world for homesStairs wilt, railings sag, fatherboards leak as rain snores under the blanketing gloam.no world for homes
Wall-paper peels and curls up like a wilting spider and the cedar walls smolder snuggling against the loam
Grandfather boards sag, soon to rot like ghosts of yesterday; they remember all the old horses, peet, moss, and vines; brittle railings coil, snap, and withdraw; the red country home wilts collapses and lies still -- burning and sputtering against the earth.
Ancestor boards say they know &


sun-dried plantsThe sun-dried plants (you call them husks, I call them bait) dessicated, dismembered, are scattered through the shallow woods where I seek to lure the cicadas, ants and cockroachessun-dried plants
My story is an old tree half fallen maybe twice where insects burrow deep tiny Marco Polos
into old wood wound in tight knots (their mortal error becomes evident
nature heeds the scribe named nurture, who writes in cuts and gashes
these adventurers carry none I will empty their burden &


Vacant Inkwells, part 2Hollow FuryVacant Inkwells, part 2
They do not approve our union so keep this confession secret; perhaps do what you do best and forget everything I'm about to tell you:
When we first met, We swore oaths to one another and then I forgot two years of my life because of some ill-devised romance
I like what you've got up here. I have yet to read the story, though. I'll come back and read it when I have more time.
If you're planning on looking at my page...uh...keep in mind that I haven't posted anything in a while, and I'm a little ashamed of what I've got up there...so...yes.
Goodbye.
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Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer? Ja! ... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!
I hope you enjoy your time here man! I've made many friends here. ^_^
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"Alex, you know you shouldn't molest her things when she's standing right next to you!!!"
-From Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete
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