Memoirs of a Recollective Junkie

>O| Record outdated backwards rewind rations me, looking at your wrist for the time. No-one knocks on the door living in boxes strung up in the sky, glass locks buttons to buzzers; I miss the dialtones and hot breath on my neck >| Play An old memory, full of feeling gone worn away ten million […]

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PART 2 The Sleeping Eye and pressed tightly into her hands; she gave willingly like cool, liquid glass. Inwards, falling blossoms at the end of spring and a rising tick-tick-tick spun wrong way ’round as the needle dropped. She swallowed the darkness, folding up; overcast dawn grey at the first sign of rain. Hands and […]

Three Tall

Loosely inspired by ‘A Thousand Years of Dreams’ written by Kiyoshi Shigematsu and translated into English by Jay Rubin of Harvard University.   Juul had lived his life as well as a man born to wealth could. A predisposition to the musical sciences had been a blessing that earned him respect as a young man […]

The Birdcatchers Return

A story begins with the first few words about something that happened, often given with some context and preparation, maybe some moves to telegraph the framing. In life things aren’t so simple. When can something begin? A broken wrist might begin with jumping off a roof, which itself begins with climbing up the wall, which […]