HOME
The unlikely aircraft overhead brought to mind a small appliance. Reasonableness, we’re taught, is a beneficial social trait. Among the early Benedictines, only the sick were permitted meat. Then again, certain Futurists attempted to portray noise in visible form. Translucent. It must be translucent. Only a small number of habitual bank robbers elude capture. The evening, one may say, lacked sufficient insouciance. A mannequin is not a mermaid. A caravan is not a casting call. That’s not my idea of equitable, protested Metz. A good biographer spares readers the truly trivial. While England is as happy as England can be. A spider monkey’s tail serves as a fifth limb And yet a childlike spirit of play remains essential. Tonight, sadly, the lone hawk will find no home.
SKYLINE
A brown bear withstands countless bee stings to get at honey. Certain behaviors are, of course, very necessary. Metz, she noted, didn’t spend much time around drunks. The fruit stand’s ziggurat of oranges glowing in the twilight. I am all about moderation, chimed in the sales clerk. Some critics argue that af Klimt was the first abstractionist. A thick wad of hundreds cannot always do that thing. Not blunder, but blender. Not bauble, but babble. Rosa, to be sure, found the trappings of wealth uninteresting. Those afternoons it feels like dusk all day long. I do meander, but not with malice. Chock full, nonetheless, should indicate sufficiency. How often did you ride that ferry, Walt? The Manhattan skyline back then nothing like today’s.
STORY
Addicts who share lethal doses are subject to prosecution. Yet achieving a consensus is rarely uneventful or quick. A rhetoric is, simply put, an arrangement of words. Behind us stood the tall white firs in all their dignity. The pungent scent of cod & herring in the dank fishhouse air. Certain acts are, admittedly, despicable. I don’t care what tomorrow may bring, huffed Rachel impatiently. Not grave, but groove. Not space, but spice. The quilts sewn by slaves often contained coded messages. Indeed, my method of argumentation may at first seem absurd. That jazzy offbeat—a tiny stagger in time. A hungry wolfpack strives to engage prey strategically. This button saves lives, promised the ad in bold type. Nevertheless, she did her best not to lose the Frenchness of it. Clearly, a good afternoon for storm chasing. There is a story, always, but how many truly wish to hear it?