The butter is lazy, the blender is crazy, the toaster is hot for the bread. The forks and the knives are now husband and wives while the spoons like to be single instead. The kitchen utensils including scissors and pencils have silently annexed the drawer. And the sponge keeps on chasin' the plates around the basin while the calendar kills time on the door. (From the Herds of Words anthology)
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We live in
the arc - day and night, sane and insane, self and other, fast, slow – the arc is all around. It’s the steady inhale and exhale of life. And somewhere in there is us, bumping heads and talking trash as we attempt to manipulate and control the arc that knows no favour. (From the Alphabet anthology) |
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