This is a place I dump things that I cut out of my short stories so I don't feel so bad about my dead word children.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
From "Sunday in the Garden"
A snake in a forest. A broken yellow line running through a frost heave. The irremovable gold sticker from Oprah’s Book Club. The possession of a secret was an anchor in the noise. She looked out at the garden. She went to him, there.
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