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The Flesh No flesh shall be spared Phantom silk whispers hide in blankets of the night, folds and scores of echoes fading under the press of howling sirroco song Layers of milky white fog bathe the world with gossamer embraces, hazy silouhette memories Beneath battered brains lurk lingering shades of thought, dripping scattered wind chanty dreams of life which lay languid, lavished along laconic stream beds; moderate monuments to moments metered in the noon day sun pass with the coming of aft...

The Lay of Two Oak Hill- -.I.- Codex ex Odyssea I quest now, always, deeper within these further barriers to secular driven juxaposition, amongst further coasts and fens for the heath and heather of our hearts, beating in time -A spoke in the wheel, a hub, an empty space that still drives the same cycle in time with the larger revolution of the greater axis- And I remain, everymans dime in the larger pocker, seeking grander deeds amongst the pocket lint of now and then, dreaming of Byzantium ...

Dust motes dance in the arm winter sun as my heart in my chest when you look my way and i lay; Piltdown Man in my grave; staring at white washed ceiling and wishing after you its the witching hour and i'm thinking of you We're only four hours and three hundred miles apart but i feel each tires revolution from my anxious heels to my hungry lips, my hands twitch for you own enfolded within them, my eyes burn with your face when i close them it 12:04 and i'm wishing after you We're only a New En...

Chapter I- The morning was crisp, the air still early morning pure when an SUV pulled into house number 15 of Turtledove Lane. Dawn's first gentle kiss in the east still lay as a promise over the rest of the day; robins and bluebirds only beginning their first forays into the daily food forage. A lone fat squirrel ran quickly from the house's bird feeder to the relative safety of a nearby elm from which it could properly rebuke the driver of the vehicle as he emerged. Michael Heyden walked co...

Three David was nearing the Jacob's house, letting his two horse team take their time along the way, basking in the sun as the mind replayed his final rendezvous with Harriet. It had been so much..well sweeter than any other time since their first. That had been a fumbling experience though, she experienced and he nearly mortally embarrassed at his ineptitude. This had been covered in the lost sweetness of melancholy, the full knowledge of his impending engagement and the continental inevitab...