Friday



Juvies

White Dummies

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar–T.S.Eliot
Bill

She broke bad on breaking bad.

pinus palustris

surgery


anthropomorphize

Athabasca Glacier
