Oh how I miss Jane. Every day during the fall and after school she would have a warm apple pie for me cooling off on the window sill. One day Jane caught me dipping my finger in the pie before it was ready to be served and she beat my rear end with a wooden spoon until it looked like the underneath of a tin garbage can.
I'm sorry I buried you in my unconscious. I'll remember you tonight when I run and howl under the waxing gibbous.
"i shut the door and in the morning
it was open
Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.
Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.