heard bijou you were coming back around. coming back. 031117 ... lotuseater like some exotic drug that is only available to select few during select times of the year. 031117 ... Fido What was that? ! I cry at last A fear it was not the cat. Noises bugeled through the halls Painting pictures with windy calls Howling through my house at will Whistling something awful shrill What was that?! I called again at last A fear it was not a dropping hat. I heard not wings a'flapping I heard not grandpa soundly napping I heard not mother brother beating I heard not sister loudly laughing. What was that?! I cried at last. It was still. The sound had past. 040327 ... silentbob "And they met when they were young..." 040328 ... inconnue "...you playing yesterday...you're getting quite good..." really? thanks! they are old strings. 040411 ... raze the dissonant plucking of strings. a single strum that formed a chord without a name. and i can't for the life of me work out which guitar on this floor might have made such a sound, or whose hand to blame for forcing such cruel recriminations from its toothless mouth. 221218 ... ovenbird A foghorn, a glacier of sound, slow but relentless, heavy and cruel, leaving the morning's silence buried beneath its cold weight. 251205 ... ovenbird In the hours before dawn, a cough, a car engine, the scream of a gull. 260217 ... ovenbird The soothing wave of white noise that washes sand from my nervous system all night and lets me sleep. 260218 ... ovenbird Something between a song and a scream. 260614 ... ovenbird A rumble of thunder or a truck with a heavy load or an earthquake or a piece of my own mind calving from the shelf of consciousness and falling into the ocean. 260814 ... ovenbird An animal crying out in pain, its wail pulling me from sleep, resolving into the scream of gulls. 260907 what's it to you? who go blather from