Credits

Credits

                    Scenes have come and scenes have gone. Fragmented clips play in the background. Heavy curtains hanging silent at distant edges, become visible, bringing about a curious tilt of the head and a questioning furrow to the eyebrows.   Supporting. Names appear, rolling from the bottom, … Continue reading Credits

Blanket

Blanket

In the darkest of the wee hours Quiet save for the white noise of forced heat and the hum of silence I half-wake into that twilight place and find that I am huddled snugly beneath the down My left leg tucked like a puzzle piece between your legs. They are cool. I strain through the … Continue reading Blanket

Auto Pilot

Autopilot

Fingers meander absently, mindlessly, naively down QWERTY Lane, telling tales of woes of others onto digital paper. Conscious unconsciousness. Sleepwalking, daydreaming, wandering off into dark alleys where thoughts lurk behind pillars shaped like past bodies and faces, grotesque and looming, stalking, pulsing in excited anticipation of pouncing, screaming, pounding, shrieking assault. They are happy. Their … Continue reading Autopilot

Confusion

They

They say we should wear socks to bed We’ll sleep better if our feet are warm.   They say we should drink coffee not drink coffee not creamed coffee. I drink tea in rebellion.   They say we should walk ten thousand steps Well, four thousand may be enough.   So many Theys even They … Continue reading They