Mermaids and humans have long dwelled together on the shores — the history of this cohabitation, however, has been a bloody one. Those who hunt and kill the treacherous mermaids - "mermaid hunters" - are revered as heros. But is there more to the mermaids than what the old tales tell?

Beautifully hatching, the laughs would flutter out to catch the color of the Sun on their warm wings.

And if I were to fall, would that great flower catch me in its ever-blooming silence?

and we're left with these yellowed laughs flecked with grains of sand

My waffle was the most beautiful color this morning.

the feeling tight, rising, stretched like a nervous rubber-band Won’t go away.

It’s like watching a stranger pull a magic trick: life happens in the blink of an eye. And no matter how hard you try to figure it out - play it forward, rewind, slow-motion - there’s no telling the how or the why.

And again -- Nothing.

those snapshots of life you'll never grasp, but dream after anyways.

This afternoon I saw a bee collide with a brick wall.

But didn’t you ever dream, too?

And just like that, it was gone.

still I sit in this technicolor puddle.

Return to a blackandwhite morning, where silver spoons spell out the moon.

and sometimes there’s no help wondering if we’re better left in this perfect realm of disillusions, or should we shatter and let reality bleed in?

Everyone's at home, worn out, after these big explosions.

even when these footsteps are long gone.

My heart springs up like a flaming weed. panic

If the pool's so shallow, why am I still drowning?

All I wanted.

And it was kind of sweet, too, the way her lips were insincere.

You, with the sweet rust smile.

Growing in between the lichen looks and the cultivated smile, always there.

Clotted dreams: a green disappointment, indigo defeat.

It was a day in April when I found her.

Quietly, so he won't wake her. Careful, so she won't stir. Tomorrow morning, he won't be there anymore.

Caught in the dream-catcher that you won't let go.

The portrait of desperation.

Falling down the lane.

Beyond the reach of common sense and good judgement.

We forget there are such things as heroes.

What's left over is you, the missing piece.

Fantasy's too far away for us to reach, let's explode-

I see the ravenous look in your eyes, and I am afraid.

I love this wrecked scenery, and so do you.

and I hope you won't try to stop me.

It's time to confess.

I saw the cool man today.

You left me on the bottom to wake up all alone.

My search is never-ending.

My ears squeak in tune to verdant ruckus.

This automatic flower runs on batteries.

We are astronauts falling after silly things.

Those craggy Martian raptors sure bite hard.

Of brushing teeth and morning ritual.

When the smiles have gone sour, we forget who we are.

Not knowing you're in prison is the best time of all.

My brother's fingers are music.

The red is not blood if the death is not grace.

I fall back into the arms of an Indian princess. She tells me, "I told you so."

I am the daugher of nightfall.

Arouse the senses. It's time for you to smell the roses.

Tonight is the night, I tell myself. I sleep with my eyes open.

Accusation is the bitterest when you find that the fault was yours, after all.

He wonders when change became obselete, but does not push the boundaries.

She cries tears of flame.

All’s well that ends well, she thinks, and dies. The child inside stops dancing and dies, too, with a smile.

On stormy nights, the house still screams without her.

When it rains, it doesn't just rain.

He was a lifetime too late.

It is peaceful here, where the memories lay dead and dying.

It came, and the earth rumbled with its great purring footsteps. The end was coming.

Realizing is all it takes to close the door.