The Waste (V)

Lucius and Ignatius were seasoned hands when it came to setting up their camp.  They easily retrieved their tent from what seemed to be a disorganized pile of sacks, bags, and boxes.  Paris regarded the size of the bag with dubious curiosity, but from the too-small-seeming package they unfolded, little by little an unexplainably large piece of […]

Messages in Dreams

With my turns and twists, I submit, those sayings, and signals, and all the intimates. Those side shifts, and arches of spine, that project thoughts out, that bounce back, to you. As you dose in your blissfullness I anguish with restlessness, pawing my thoughts of you to the sky. When early birds cry, darkness finds my […]