%735 %UTC, %2008, %0:%Dec %Zimageone of those 'perched days,' like the birds on branches outside, it's fine, feels on the brink of something important, an expectant day
Brenda Clews grey pearls
%743 %UTC, %2008, %0:%Dec %Zimage, prosepoetrythin brown pods hang in clusters on branches collecting the grey rain in drops that fall like pearl grey necklaces to the ground
Brenda ClewsIn the Early Evening
%900 %UTC, %2008, %0:%Nov %Zimage, prose poetryI draw deep red curtains over the dimming remnants of fire opal in the sky as darkness sweeps over the continent I live on.
Brenda Clews