Perhaps there is no start to this conversation. Roll the dial across every frequency from right to left and back again. The hiss and buzz of amplitude modulation with occasional focus on something intelligible. Four bars from an old song. The answer to an unknown question. An opinion offered to a midnight audience of five. [...]
Categories: inklings
In the many days of silence, perfect words flit like restless thoughts through axons and dendrites. Like elusive spices in a creamy sauce and silk fluttering against the ankle in an inexplicable draft. Shades of black on black on blue in a moonlit night. Magpie feathers gliding on a winter breeze.
We fight against the [...]
Categories: inklings, these small moments
We stood where green turned to blue, watching the spectrum spin in all directions, caught in the spray of a garden hose. We heard the kaleidoscope tinkle mosaic out of the windows of old houses. Old homes. We were yellow and orange and purple and all the glint of silver and gold. And we knew [...]
Categories: inklings, snippets from somewhere, these small moments
My cherished,
I left you 100 days ago today. Walked out over the grass and found myself spectacularly at the bottom of a fountain collecting wishes. But not for long. In the 100 days since then, I have experienced several hundred humans. Quite possibly into the thousands, but you see, I lost count. I began by [...]
Categories: inklings, random acts of fiction
We would believe. Today and yesterday and next week and last year and ten years down the road. That our secrets remain stitched to the undersides of our finest coats. That our shirts betray no faded ink and our pristine gloves absorb no nervous sweat. We would believe the creases in our trousers maintain stiff [...]
Categories: inklings, intransitive verbiage
