This bed is a ship

This bed is a ship is a sporadically updated internet journal, 
a home for odd scraps of writing.

the beginning of an exercise, in hopes that it will force me to string more words together for any reason.

Once, in the village of Meninas, there lived a boy. He had dark hair and a mirror name, he had a long stride and a heart like an aviary. One day, walking along the river, he paused in a shadow, and there he met a girl. Her eyes were full and heavy, like her lips, and when he looked at her he tasted honey. He sat with her in the dark place under a large tree all day. He returned that night to his house of many brothers, and he was quiet, for he was so full of joy he could not speak. Among the clattering of plates and the yelling of boys, no one noticed. That night, his mind raced too quickly to dream, passing them as a horse whipped through the forest.

Sid BrancaComment