my teapot delivers postcards directly to my desk.
I wish I would get a real postcard from Henriette.
I rested my chin in my palm and got all misty-eyed, gazing towards an empty sea.
Why do I hate the ocean? What good are bird friends? Why does every odalisque need a fantastic coat? I, The Odalisque, reveal all (even my head) in my first very low-budget movie (shot entirely on scrapbook paper): everything I remember about HOW I GOT INTO THE OBELISK.
Rated X for cerebral exposure and unexpected violence.
Hot off the press! The publicity poster for my home-made movie, which will soon be released.
and a minor, unmemorable appearance by a typical siren.
you've pretty plumage, too. Keep the coat. There is a field littered with the stones that struck the sky's tarnished mirror. The cracks in its mirror are trees. When you walk that field, wrap your coat close. It will startle the landscape with a mis-stroke of color. Tenderly, tenderly it will open (like an undergarment) for whomever watches, waits (tending what sure fire?) for you to come home.