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 a burger, a skillet you have an empty belly til you fill it
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Pig
Chenry watched the pig saunter off into the bushes. He had chosen as his metaphorm, a Pig-Pen. They were not as common as Bloop-Hens, but they did farm them out in the Clue Hinterlands, where they formed Heards. You fed them on…
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 feel the heart swell like the rise of a far reaching tide when you become the sun…
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 silence, but being mute isn’t about quiet, so much as it is about trapped communication. He sees…
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 you aren’t going to get very far. Why? Because writing without communication as its backbone isn’t anything.…
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 severed their analysis from their vision with a precision that buckles the world punches a hole through…
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, carving it up – crafting something entirely new from the flesh. Hinge words swung through the new…
rapping along the way
i walk home and i am rapping along the way i have plenty to say trying to be constructive amidst the destructive political dumpster fire why do we have to follow a liar? why do we have to swallow lies? there is…
Stringing Stories Together
Stringing stories together. I like pouring drops into the bucket of my shared universe. I know I have written before of how I would love for people to one day discover the true scope of all these stories and all the connections…
A Light Bulb
‘There’s an antique shop that I used to go, and I am not sure I can find it anymore.’ ‘What do you mean, Thomas? Did it go out of business?’ ‘The street doesn’t seem to be there anymore. I am not sure…