The weather’s beginning to move again like a scolded child unsure of what’s next. The icy rebuke might be the last of it, unless the forecast breathes of thunder… after that, no child will be safe.
Security Guards Look on as Teen Is Beaten
We do not witness ourselves lifting a hand to come crashing down upon an innocent and within this vision we’re trapped, of no use. Living inside this dream, a sort of emptiness, an opposing sun, the adversary of light.
Iran warns against expected anti-government protests
They walk on feet made of hope, shoulders unstooped by any cruel weight, hands moving through the air like a kite, at times almost motionless, the next, unexpectedly soaring.
Arctic Ice Melting About 4 Times as Fast as Predicted
They talk within us, speaking the language of wolves, interpreters of the ice and wind standing on the top of the moon, reaching down toward our famine.
Sarah Palin calls global warming studies ‘snake oil science.’
Sometimes it’s just funny, ya know, things offered to us, like in a crazy dream, the kind with frivolity and an eerie trembling.
© 2010 by mark prime
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