silent shouts
suppose space isn’t silent suppose it’s filled with shapes of sound undetectable by man-made machines suppose the star-studded blackness is singing and screaming all the secrets of the universe so shocking the knowing would shred your sanity and sever your solar system suppose space isn’t silent — would you die to find out?
fancy frayed
i’ve imagined a tomorrow — a whole series of them, in fact suited for illustration in comical pen and ink to be sold for $20 a print and hung on the walls of the living rooms of a set smarter than i subscribe to — and it is charming with a cherry-red door one million … Read more
the type-written word
while committing a post-tax completion file purge this afternoon i came across the following piece of writing, which appears to be a stream-of-consciousness work on … whatever came to mind. it’s not dated, but i think it’s from the second semester of my junior year at KU. here it is for your enjoyment (though bewilderment … Read more
declarative daydream
darling! let’s go on a picnic. grab a blanket and a basket, cheese and chalk, blueberries and bread, a kite and a crock of mustard, and chase me up hill and down dale ’til we collapse, out of breath, laughing and gasping and grinning. oh, i know it’s january and technically very much winter still, … Read more
too much imagination?
“you cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” — mark twain i wonder. kriss kringle: you do know what imagination is, don’t you? susan walker: oh sure, that’s when you see things that aren’t really there. i really do wonder. i suppose i wonder not because i doubt the value … Read more
the age of innocents
i have been thinking lately on what a beautiful thing innocence is. i don’t mean naivete, or obtuseness, or ignorance, or victorian strait-lacedness (for all they could be shocked so terribly i’m not sure they were really so innocent). no, i mean something much more ancient and new than that. perhaps it’s because i’ve been … Read more
beautiful minds
(saturday, march 12, 2011) driving through the darkness tonight i put myself on autopilot and dove into pools of lamplight thinking of you and your beautiful minds the more i listen to you the more i think God must’ve removed the ceiling from your skull of thought and let the stars pour through or given … Read more
“so i’m writing a song … “
“… and i’m getting a lot of work done.” — God help the girl, “stills“ (that song has nothing to do with this song, by the way. the lyric is a nice hook, though.) (by the way again, i’m not good at writing songs. at all. so don’t laugh. this is just the first draft.) … Read more
something about stars and a baby
as i was leaving the office tonight in the five o’clock gloaming there shone forth a star gently but crisp against winter’s blue it’s chilly always now morning’s breath freezes the tip of my nose frosts over and i wish your hand could reach from the future back into the past and warm mine i … Read more
