Polymerization

Everything I write about is a *polymerization* of … everything I experience.

Sui Generis

Around a large table the shape of a trueform heart, seven fanged fops sat and bristled.

This was the last word the dentist ever spoke.

Bruce hunched across from his doctor.

The wanderer’s steps fell under the serious moonlight.

Sho walked to and from work everyday.

They say the one that brings the rain is the only one worth the worship.

Jack controlled the rover with the practiced precision of a master gamer.

What a strange, stupid — hilarious — device to go to all this trouble for…

Suddenly inspired by a spring in his little steps, Lou wandered off from his parents’ side.