Fragments
Fallow
the ills of marriage, but none of the fruit
the mundane, the insipid, the better left unsaid
tenderness, intimacy, joy
threadbare in the tedium of being
better to lie fallow
to await another season
Gone
She is gone, the one you wanted, that effervescent blythe spirit. I buried her, walled her off, it is the same. I built the wall myself, mixed the mortar, carefully laid the brick. Silence. I cursed you both as the mortar dried. The housewife remains.... anne duncan (Dec '04)Data Has No Right to Integrity
Data has no right to "integrity" independent of our human interest, however individually or collectively we may care to negotiate that. rri (Jan '04)a gift
A single grain would have sufficed. As the last grains trickled through her fingers she perceived the mystery hidden in the broken glass. anne duncan (Jan '04)Malificent
It was my prerogative and I let it pass, as if it were of no greater essence than the mist, thinking it no more than a lost dream and forgetting it was no less. anne duncan (Nov '03)
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