Tuesday, April 26, 2011. Depart for Antigua by bus. We climb into the Central Guatemalan highlands that looks a lot like the Pocanos . except for the occasional volcano.

Monday, July 11, 2011. Beyond the one-car garage,. Desert air on her eyelids,. In her gray eyes a medina, draped. In wool and silk, scented with sweet-hot. Foaming in a clear glass,. As everything she never did,. Sparrow returning to its nest;. Strong as love that lasted. Alone in a small brick house;. Gentle as death, lifting her. To the meadow and the creek.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011. This one requires a few links. Set levels to your own liking. Continue to read as all three play. This basement is increasing in size. Broken and slaughtered, the television appears to be a broken mouth. This is a sea of broken glass. Lightbulbs, empty picture frames, television. Threat level meter has been tossed out the window. Orange, to be more specific.

The voice of the moon is in Green. My comments are in White. Monday, April 11, 2011. Let me fall on bare legs,. If I could have legs to kick away cloth. Just how you people devour,. Maybe I would, once. Called EarthSpeaks, where you can up.

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