reserved for the angelic

Like a gray slate palette for drawing out the black and white of the situation unable to be repeated.


Scientific experiment with the border line between static and flowing the moisture from the sky tries to follow the straight line down.


Faces in the clouds of confusion sweeping through a barren landscape mind seem to appear in every place least expected.


The Night Train open mic night was nice with all that thick snow falling softly. Man did it snow a lot in the last day. This is Richard Carver on stage reading.


With an aura of flashing red lights connected to the image lost in the shaky world of weird design where every utterance of forbidden word sets off another fluctuation in the transmission of the colour.


If dreams had wings surely we would fly with the forms of perfection usually reserved for the angelic.