This is Submission ELEVEN of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Stillborn there was nothing–no sound no movement no hopeone night you were boldly with me, and the next morning, gone unexpected and torrential in its suddenness and cruelty. i sleep and breathe … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (11)
Mirages and ink bottles. I am a pen. This might sound like a metaphorical exaggeration, or an ornamented fact, but it is what I am. Every time I hear the same song that you loved on the radio, it's like a cut on the side of my arm, and the ink just flows out. Every … Continue reading Mirages and ink bottles.