Fuzzybears

The Fuzzbears return

A Crisis of Choice

erratic in a new choice of expressions.

A Cool Respite

not any space but calm for feathery souls

A Journey

a slug of movement meandering slowly across the sidewalk

Bright

It did not matter, the impossibilities of the situation, the hopelessness, the futile wishes none of it.

The Fall

Falling Falling Passing nothing Touching nothing ever again but empty space and air Rushing, deafening air And the ground eight miles down And I know that I’m dying Legs running

James and the Bum Valley Rap

A murder, a betrayed king, a wild moose and a golden netsuke. Odd happenings in the Bum Valley

First Place

I had to wipe a baby’s bum the first time today. It was my first baby too. My first girlfriend gave birth to this beautiful boy. First time we’d made love had done it too.

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