February 17, 2010

Scent

... they dug up the barbecue,
and a smell of meat and hot earth
spread over the patio
in a thin curtain of smoke
that enveloped them all
like the fog that drifts
before a murder ...

— Roberto Bolano, "2666"
(translated by Natasha Wimmer)

February 8, 2010

Stranger

The clown held a bunch
of balloons, all colors,
like gorgeous ripe fruit

— Stephen King, "It"