The dropped stitch

"It's that time of life when you're neither here nor there or either - young or old, smooth or wrinkly, just an inbetweeny twixt birth and senility! Written August 22nd, 2001 © on Aug 22 2001 05:08 AM..."

"The mirror shows meunadorned.Fraying at the edges,past my prime.And still I say to everything-'I'll do it - if I have the time.'But time scatterslike summer rain, whichdries up and disappears,evaporat..."

"I found myself today - hooray! Amazing what you find down the back of the sofa. Written August 23rd, 2001 © on Aug 23 2001 07:33 AM PST   0 • 14"

"My brother's bigand strongand musclywith tattoos on his armsand a hairy chest.My brother'll bash anyonewho picks on mehe's the best is my brother.He used to fight bears,catch whalesbut now that's not ..."

"The boy stood at the edge of the sea. Wet sand sucked at his infant toes. Laughing, he tried to catch sun-sprites which danced, just out of reach, upon the wavelets. The seaweed caressed his bare leg..."

"There's a mirror in my mind look in there and you'll find thoughts which, when first testing the air, die, or others which spread wings and fly to nameless recesses. Other things you'll see reflected..."