oneword: punch
by t. zoEy benally

thick red syrup glugged out the narrow end, leapt into the pitcher, thinner than honey and much cooler than the stuff that pours out from Pompeii; he slid the pitcher under the faucet, glass scratched againt stainless steel, and approximated the amount to make one liter of punch.


oneword: faces
by t. zoEy benally

she faces away from the wind, doesn't like sand blow into her eyes, did not really mind sand blasted into her scalp, snugged near hair folicles, tucked beside hair shafts, boulders kneel at the base of tall, leafless trees.