RustyGonzo

The snow and ice crunches under our feet as we rush, gathering against the building. I hear someone ask What happened? Our Beloved Sister fell down the stairs– a shelless turtle, wrinkled and helpless, slipped off of a mossy log –off a stair wet with ice. Pulled out on the stretcher, back into her shell with the red lights flashing.

        My father's nipples were like horses, grazing in a field of grass. Or, considering the circumstances, they were more like deer staring into the window of a MagLite factory. They really were quite awkward to look at, being so matted in hair. It's almost as if he didn't want anyone to see them, but couldn't muster enough fur to finish the job. But I suppose everyone else is different, and my father is no exception         The entire event was pretty awkward. Not only because I stumbled upon my father, whom I haven't seen in years, but also because he was stark naked on the side of a busy highway. My mom and I were the last two people h

Waves of amber light cascade down trees like pillars, as if dawn collapsed.

Pond ripples slowly, While the wind blows a lily, Selectively calm.

The turtle rests now, Pavement makes a journey long, Again, time to walk.