... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The jacket shifted. Geryon peered out.
He had a respect for facts maybe this was one.
Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
But when justice is done the world drops away.
She stumbled then and Geryon caught her other arm, it was like a handful of autumn. He felt huge and wrong. When is it polite to let go someone’s arm after you grab it?
He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other, while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and sile...
Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
