Book Wyrms
They’d been storing it between the pages of an old book. They’d been hiring poets and prose writers back then – ones that they could
a life that dances
i like romance i need clarence everyone needs help getting their wings and other kinds of things not sure if i need a life that
late night plates
late night plates the waitress waits the conversations the coffee cups the half-baked realisations he sips, she sups greek and vegetarian a teenager, a septuagenarian
the bright after
the bright after is a music of laughter not a pinned butterfly or a camera shuttered lie the pure peal of an angel’s bell you
Unscripted
A beacon activates deep in the Unscripted Realms. He can’t find the words – they are jammed up in his throat, and it looks like
Do You Want Communicate?
That is the first question you need to ask when you sit down to write, and if you can’t answer it in the affirmative, then
the answers to listen to
the answers not to listen to are obvious the people listening to them are oblivious they have plugged their heads into their error and have
Storming The Library
He bent over the book, cracked it open, broke its spine, and started to go to work on the meat of it. It wasn’t pretty,