Archives for September 2018

There were stacks, shelves and barrels.

Inside the barrels a city and a corn stack lived side by side.

The stacks were so high, they were out’a’sight.

Yes, you guessed perhaps, the music was festive, frolicking, funky and skunky.

Don’t fool with boring bridges, just swing on a rope from tree to opposite tree.

Standing in the road to tomorrow.

The numbers looked strange. We found they didn’t matter.

Everyone remembered the name.

The sound of words crumbled on top of batter made a great cake.

Slumbering or jumping high, there was cool calculation and a glint in his eyes.

She knew this about him.

An epic series of stories followed and lasted for ten years.

The smile remained, the stories told, the cans stacked.

There were many things one could discover from the arrangement of items in an old pantry.

Highly valued and treasured by goblins and storytellers, the lanes and space lanes were open to everyone who had a membership for at least three years.

Nobody else needs to qualify.

All these are toys for the live ones.

Surprised by not being surprised by surprising things.

The new, the news, the views.

A children’s story is better.

The prince, the pirate, and the pauper.

What can we make of that?

Perhaps, a silk cord that stretches from here to there.

And a meaning. It’s kind to be kind. It’s good to become wise.

Found myself soaring in another language I had not yet learned, words came as if served on a silver platter.

Each word was an ice cube and dissolved into the cocktail of implications and assertions.

An audience beamed and cheered.

Where they came from even, they didn’t know.

Where I came from, they knew better than me.

All as the sun squeezed itself between clouds onto a god-like toothbrush.