
Friday, January 26, 2007
Against War

Sonorous

Thursday, January 25, 2007
Do Jon

Fame

One evening I stepped through a dream and into my grandparent's backyard that sat on an extension of water from Barnegat Bay. It was roped off like a municipal swimming pool and boats moved through swimmer's lanes. Without transition, I moved to one of these boats-strangely, not the one my grandparents had tied to their dock and as I took the helm we reached the end of the water, where the arm grew narrow-like at the wrist-and a feeling of dread and loss overcame me which we odd emtions to running out of places to go. I turned the boat sharply, cutting across the narrow lanes and I ran over three mallards.
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