Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Yesterday, I wanted to tell une jeune femme that she was beautiful. The word seemed insufficient, trite, overused.It's a word that I can adequately use to describe (among others) sunsets, poetry,...
View ArticleSurfaces
I am student of surfaces,PrimarilyGetting my fingers into small poresAnd cranniesFeeling across, above (andTextureSpeaks volumes of a thing)But neverGoing beneath barriers.Walls limitTouch to the skins...
View ArticleSunday, May 06, 2007
Cinco de Mayo - Writing three essays about (relatively) nothing. - Packing my life away and conveying it 30 minutes eastward. - Climbing in and out of car windows (we were trapped!)...
View ArticleJust sleeping.
Apologies my tens and tens of readers. The blog won't become a once-a-monther. I've just had a particularly busy (but uneventful) summer. Working. Sleeping. Reading. Trying to be less of a cave dweller...
View ArticleNew Seasons
New seasons call for new faces.Not planning on abandoning the old places though. Just re-thinking.Peace,Ben
View ArticleThursday, September 06, 2007
From the corner of the library Allistair MacLean's The Satan Bug is shooting me a rude look and won't stop staring. Tim Sebastian's SPY SHADOW slinks between some unidentifiable book by Anne Rice and...
View ArticleIn Regards to the Sudden Apotheosis of Abraham Weiner
PrefaceThe grassroots opinion is that he was seated on a pathway north of Walton in the lotus position, chanting in mantric form the theme song from the Mickey Mouse Club when it happened - and while...
View ArticleMilestones in Fantasy Dialogue
- Vines! Hold her!- You cannot stop my sleep powers.- I'll not be buggered by you, rogue!- ... more like Plantasy, if you get my meaning. - By all the gods and demons, I swear that you will regret the...
View ArticleSaturday, November 03, 2007
On the couch. The couch, where I should have been from the beginning. God, don't stand up. Don't move. Just lay there - already made a fool enough of yourself. Opened eyes tired and the train ... you...
View ArticleStillborn Heartson; or how assemble an nuclear warhead for dummies.
The heart is beating heavy, ol' ticker knocking out the hours one by one; tough bastard - he'll outlast me. A little punch drunk at this point, but still slapping up against the breastbone with...
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