Tuesday, August 24, 2004

"My childhood was a police state full of jackals." --The Hounds of No

Meanwhile, in an alternative fiscal reality... (via A Ghost of Mine)

“A cento from The Hawk in the Rain

Now he rides the morning mist
Too tender to let break, start to the edge
And walk away from it. Closer than thinking

Yet is he monster.
Instantly beak, wings, talons crash
The diamond point of will that polestars

Unconscious under the shock of its own quick
Nightmare of command in the dawn, and a shot.

08 17 04

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