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Coyote stood on the side of the road, tongue wagging between his teeth. He adjusted his Black Stetson to shade his eyes fron the sun. Angled across his muzzle 45 degrees to the earth. He wanted to snap at his tail, Dance the circle dance, but black leather pants got in the way. A gold tooth sparkled in the sun, a high beam to blind the unsuspecting. He stood on the side of the road, knowing his drive would be along soon. |
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The Dark The dark was cold and strange.. wet and thick with possibilities. Fears, hopes and lives to be lived through. The light is high and odd, thin and dry with burning righteousness. Tearing away all that is wondrous and strange. The dark had spice, hid secrets; to be feared and desired. In its deep places we found ourselves. The light strips all bare, leaves nothing to imagination. No mystery, no tantalising secrets, only harsh truths |
spring run off The brick wall reminded him of that day. She had closed the window, shutting out the smells of sulphur seeping from overflowing storm sewers. The spring's rain had come late that year. Reservoirs sated by runoffs of dirty, late surviving snow banks, spilled over into the surrounding country, sweeping away all in it's path. She made them dark black, almost burnt coffee, out of a chipped enamel pot that had long stood sentinel in a kitchen known for its companionship. She overfilled the cups, leaving the table splashed with small puddles, rings that marked where each of them had sat. Listening closely he had been able to hear the water rushing down the street, through the closed window. She sat patiently waiting for him to finish, so that she could wipe up the spill, after he left. |
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ELM apr. 16/2005 |
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