Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Scribble

My feet are both misused and broken by a hundred miles of road
My back is blistered by the radiation of a naked sun
My hands are twisted and ungainly, tangled in the sailors' line
My heart is frozen and unmoving from a former lover's scold
Yet I push on, I keep on moving, for there's nothing else to do.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Lituracher

Wanting to read:

The Quantum Thief by Hannu Rajaneimi
2030: The Real Story of What Happens to America by Albert Brooks