by upright | Nov 30, 2015 | Ulysses |
The dog’s bark ran towards him, stopped, ran back. Dog of my enemy. I just simply stood pale, silent, bayed about. Terribilia meditans. A primrose doublet, fortune’s knave, smiled on my fear. For that are you pining, the bark of their applause? Pretenders:...
by upright | Nov 27, 2015 | Ulysses |
A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the sweep of sand. Lord, is he going to attack me? Respect his liberty. You will not be master of others or their slave. I have my stick. Sit tight. From farther away, walking shoreward across from the crested tide,...
by upright | Nov 26, 2015 | Arts & Culture, Why Is This Millennial Sad? |
Online sales of his “all toy piano cover album of Dark Side of the moon” haven’t been quite as robust as he anticipated.
by upright | Nov 24, 2015 | Ulysses |
Turning, he scanned the shore south, his feet sinking again slowly in new sockets. The cold domed room of the tower waits. Through the barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the dial floor. Blue dusk,...
by upright | Nov 19, 2015 | Arts & Culture |
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