Since this blog is a workshop for words, I figured I'd put up some of the one [occasionally two] liners that I've typed into my cellphone's "notepad" application. Maybe putting them here will give them enough space to be fleshed out. Or, maybe they'll stand well enough alone.
~The rain washed away despotic hoof prints, and in their place grew grass so green.
~Music plays, but it can't drown out the tunnel's scream; like a kettle boiling, voicing the tensions this city refuses to express.
~Spring is nearly here. The trees are budding, and the tips of the forest are tinted frosting pink.
~Why am I so much more content to wear mediocrity than swaddle myself in bliss. Perhaps the change of clothes, I'm not much for the cold.
~Today, she wore her hair up, and when the train came in its wind wound caressingly around her neck. She was so far and yet so close to being alone, a single woman traveling through a mass of strangers.
~Darling, do what you will. You can't hurt me, I am granite wrapped in silk.