Skip to main content

Handle Christmas with Final Sparks

The solstice moon, named Rita, rose in the urgent way of moons. It struck a bargain, deal, it found the night effort. As Children, we reported the news to the sun god, Larry, who shone on fields bereft of snow. It is the true and narrow, this time. The hesitation of kings and queens surmounts the merrie of the day. That song that captures all the likely response systems of this season of tidings of great joy, promulgates a buying spree rapture towards a clock of definite purpose. Someday we won't be children but, still.

A paragraph poises as a previous set of sentences finalizes a character of thought. People think so, and in the environ, spell correctly, largely. It is the season when the dour sun god Larry avoids taxes.

The cat, of which the stories roar, has a span of days. The computer system in which rare reveries revolve stands corrected by further days of thought. When your Christmas yuletide formulation dilapidates, a thought of bison. Busily bison, force of run in, plateau, ages of dead grass as fuel. Rita Moon, Larry Sun. On to entropy and beyond.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

FIERY TASTES

  Dragon, it's I'm so excited! It's tradition to eat game time! (COLORFUL ADJECTIVE) (FOOD) and drink at We usually get with (PAST TENSE VERB) it is epic We're def showing up at spot, to fire up that (SUPER HERO) (PERSON POSSESSIVE) tailgating (ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE BACON) so it's not boring AF  we seem To be restless
Post a Comment
Read more

Setting Sentences Straight

  Walking is not walking if Gertrude chooses not to walk. The premise: Gertrude Stein is not walking. She may be on a boat, not walking, crossing the wide ocean sea. Leaving inevitable France but not walking. Dramatic but not walking. Sentenced but not walking. There were days of walking but not this day. Reading or just looking but not walking.There were sentences full of walking but not walking. Talking maybe but not walking in or out. A time lived and walking was done then if not now. It was a doing and it was a done. Not forgetting Alice who may have had walking done or even doing. The annals say Leo Stein walked along, up to and including the degree of not walking, along. Those flower names walked along, Matisse, Picasso, Laurencin, in varieties. An adding war or two closed or opened anything jump. Apollinaire in the historical. Languages of shapes and sizes bounding for just the time and a little beyond. And that was the how sentence. In that time but also forward until readi...
Post a Comment
Read more

Maps Then And Now

  cobble stones on fire, cars uprooted, it was a strange nexus and bright bolt. We knew we would be younger than today, always that same stress-tone and nodding after. Bison as big as, feeling entitled promise and big years. We weren’t arranged so properly and too bookish but as the fit of time and wheat stalks in fields swaying. We proposed without exactitude but in flinty response a spark. It could constitute a binge but did not. All this in the certain year and then. Now produces a traffic of manyness, meeting and entreating as simplified breath. It would be stone wonderful to follow into an Idaho of history and dimension, mapped by eyes and invited steps. Lewis died with extinguished story, Clark stayed announced. Today old mongering remains in shivering, unplacid worldview by shaky virtue of amazing wither. Rightly leaning wrong in crossfire, purpose beyond completion, our own gravity stoked for how we  intended  the lucid green, at our feet, at our hands, at all rou...
Post a Comment
Read more