Poetry, pics and ramblings of a non-Zen non-nun. Eventually, there will be a book published. Sunday, 11 September 2011. The fall of the towers. On a date like this, everyone gets to remember what they were doing ten years ago when they heard about the terrorist attacks. And of course, any personal connection gets remembered. This is recent artwork by Anthony Roberto.

Mon père, ce héros au sourire si doux,. Pour sa grande bravoure et pour sa haute taille,. Le champ couvert de morts sur qui tombait la nuit. Qui se traînait sanglant sur le bord de la route,.

I wrote, even though it made no sense. The lack of capitalization and punctuation punctuated the depth of or lack of something that seemed to want to be noticed so badly. So many people are sad. It would be nice if we could stop making dinner every time someone was sad, but then no one would eat.

More endagered animals because of Global Warming.

1,924 posts from October 2005 to June 2008. Please update your links accordingly. The fear of Friday the 13th.

I co-judged this competition last year and there were some brilliant stories. Go for it! Great prize. In the meantime, here is a reminder of our March FP 14 hours ago.

Generals and a beauty queen. Salute and a gunshot strews pigeons. To circle the air above the arches. Later, as they puff and court. I watch an old woman feed the birds,. Her smile opens seams of sunlight in the cracks. And the plaza glows white and golden. I think the god of war must look like her.

Watching the planes go by at Gardermoen. Max has butterflies in his tummy. He is excited about flying to Paris. He has heard rumours that there are a lot of rabbits on Parisian Airports. Max in front of Gare de Lyon. Max is sailing in Sweden. Max is visiting his Tonkipu friends south of Paris.

8220;Of making many books there is no end . Welcome, my name is Peter. Because it sums up neatly my conception of good art, a combination equals parts absurd and sublime. The onion as a vegetable is such, in my opinion, being both delicious and ridiculous. More so even than the turnip or the carrot. So I made this site, my orphanarium, for my fragments and abortions. As the world is replete with people, so is .