caldera

blue stone embellishment -- makes my ring finger press random keys, under its weight...heavy o, accidental p...sapphire typos.

i learned my lesson long ago: jello fruit cups are prelude to a false takeoff.

the pants are like chaps, only more ladylike.

songs from the 90s about blue things or by blue-themed bands.

at 32, she kicked the bucket -- four months after discovering melanoma in her neck, riding around on her lymph nodes. i picture pond gorgons latching onto flimy lymph rafts, taking them hostage, fangs piercing bleeding bottom lips. she was on song 19 of her debut album when, like a doomed canary, she couldn't make a sound.

the lolly pop notion of a rustic fishing lodge, five mysterious players, and one ancient secret too far-fetched for fiction ... with red adirondack chairs and my morning coffee by the river...i let it stay there for now.

words sewn together -- wordwhore -- pen for hire.

pink jello is particularly bad.

hot springs in the caldera region -- what did we find that couldn't possibly have lived in the black sand crab cooker? the dairy cows' jacuzzi?