The rest of us might want to read a good book , or mix a cocktail , or walk around in the rain and snow for a few weeks. A thrush in the syringa sings. Hunger ruffles my wings, fear, lust, familiar things. Death thrusts hard. My sons by hawk's beak, by stones, trusting weak wings by cat and weasel, die.
Thunder smothers the sky.
From a shaken bush I list familiar things, fear, hunger, lust. A horse and carriage go together when you're a horse-drawn carriage driver Marriage takes a sexual relationship and publicly acknowledges it to state and church. Procreation just happens to be the only way in which sex is of professional interest to theologians and priests. . . . Dear Mr. Davis, This morning while working in the front lobby of this Santa Clara hi tech firm, I checked out the site on Tuesday Weld . I have been studying Tuesday Weld for about 12 years.