7.31.2006













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.

5 Comments:

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 AM  
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 AM  
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 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

8/2/2006

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 AM  
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 AM  

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