How it always seemed he was cutting her down. Her paranoia. How she had misunderstood. And that letter – a… Read more Prologue B (their second beginning)
Category: prose
prologue A (part eight)
wednesday (part one is here) “It was a stramineous night, filled with scratchy un-poeticisms and badly timed… Read more prologue A (part eight)
hush (part seven)
wednesday (part one is here) His heart obeyed. Rather automatically – hushing as he so carefully tore… Read more hush (part seven)
someone used to call her the diving girl. a misheard lyric. like her, she felt. (part six)
wednesday (part one is here) She was so happy she finally had her driver’s license. But she wasn’t going… Read more someone used to call her the diving girl. a misheard lyric. like her, she felt. (part six)
ellipsis (part five)
wednesday (part one is here) Staring at the blank page he wondered about the small holes (they were… Read more ellipsis (part five)
to whom it may concern, the answer is hot tea vending machines. (part four)
wednesday (part one is here) It was a big deal, the day she realised she didn’t know anything. Well,… Read more to whom it may concern, the answer is hot tea vending machines. (part four)
My spirit wishes to express something poignant and poetic about the trauma, and overwhelming community generosity, my country is experiencing… Read more
he called her Thursday (part two)
wednesday (part one is here) How I long to write you in all of your shifting but its interminable nuance… Read more he called her Thursday (part two)
wednesday (part one)
It felt so much like a Wednesday – porous and drifting. Just what he needed. It wasn’t quite cold enough… Read more wednesday (part one)
insomniatic fluid
A few years late, I have just discovered these beautiful recordings of Whitacre’s experiments with virtual choirs. I saw his… Read more insomniatic fluid
say no to clowns 