Although no new comments were made, all of our eyes fell upon the unsurprising truth of the beauty spoken of by the fire that lit the sky.
It was dusk.

A yellow ocre sky, just near the mountains.
Beautiful British Columbia.

And a white fire finale.
.. . . .................... . .......... . . ...................

A late night shower, intoxicated.
Photographs of War.
Beautiful shadows cast by trees, even then.

Another night of questions.
Too many, she told me.

As it turns out: Cigarettes are sublime.


Blogger melanie said...

your words are so strong and captivating. you have a beautiful way with them.

i think i dreamnt about you last night...that we were going to meet up. i miss you so.

do you know the song "mr. blue sky" by electric light orchestra?

July 31, 2006 7:39 a.m.  
Blogger Sharelle said...

hold up.
my 3 paragraph wordy description really is dying in comparison to your beautiful concise words.
janzem - how do you do it?
again i have to say, that night was magical.
hope you are enjoying the peg.

July 31, 2006 9:52 a.m.  
Blogger Spiro said...

YES! I know what you're talking about! I just took the youth group up there for the China display on Saturday...

August 01, 2006 11:04 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


Firework after-math: black night sky, grey lingering smoke haunting the rectangular city backdrop, and search-light helicopters' powerful beam upon our vilan faces. Batman returns.

Oh where has my romantic sixth sense gone?

August 03, 2006 1:12 a.m.  
Blogger the tapered pant said...

it was me. i told her she asked alot of questions. BUT I meant it as an observation of the majority of small comments made in a day, are posed as questions. A sort of literary technique, more than legit form of irritation. Right? No? Sorry? I suck? No? Almond Macaroon?

August 04, 2006 10:38 a.m.  

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