friday

friday

arrow straight burnt orange by a rising sun, this cardinal trail of the jet decorates my sky the proposition lay there, langui

Friday

he files his nails with grim determination. Passengers maintain a quarantined distance as the blue emory board sprinkles abjec

Friday

gaggle teenage boys peacocking private school livery sitting behind me. Cricket season has started. turning toward a window do

Friday

male cyclists, at least those committed enough to shave, measure each other by legs and bikes. I saw my leg reflected in the w

Friday

all the bins have gone from a city station when was the last time you read a humanities essay or book that concluded with the

Friday

thank you dropbox dot com conclusions are abrupt peremptory contrived that time near when you need to leave for the airport is

Friday

Solomon Burke imagine deeds, make list, begin a desked day. Tick, cross, underscore. anger confuses scares frightens me. Not t

Friday

the writing had followed its course to the point where he no longer knew what it was about the room smelled of vomit, or the m

Friday

sharp small hail, sniping two degree rain, sodden booties cold feet colder hands in wet gloves. Ninety minute commute was gett

Friday

he invented reasons not to ride for six weeks so a bellicose three kilograms made its unwelcome way like a slivered splinter u

Friday

sliding toward a slew of ready easy indolent excuses, hidden as reasons, to not ride. Rain, broken door, reading, time, change

Friday

lyrebirds, crimson rosellas, king parrots, white eared honey eaters, swamp wallaby. Cascades of brookling water, laughing girl