Imagination comes at its will in its way...
The Hummingbird’s Keep
Sing the toadstool fast asleep that hummingbirds may earn their keep...
Eating Treacle
I have many questions for the seagull as I sit on toadstools, eating treacle...
All I Lack
This new captain has all I lack
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. IX: Scatterbrain Whimsy or Bust
Back and forth, the world goes round, and I'm right here, right here, right now, and every word that comes from my mouth can't seem to say please let me out...
Ripple Effect of Understanding
But first, we must dive//And next, we must emerge//And allow the ripples of our newfound fantasia//Swell with a relentless Love
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. VIII: What Sense is There
Moment by moment You next chapter is in progress And as much as you won't like to hear this The words are scrolling past you With every tick of the clock's second hand With ev'ry unfurling of rose pedals Should you meet a wizard It would be well worth the second to make a note... Continue Reading →
A Second’s Inspiration
Flipping each sheet one by one, he noticed a sparkle from the page he had been working on, which now appeared to be gilded on the edge as well. His eyes widened as he revealed the page, which appeared to be covered in oil-slick except for an outline where his hand and pen had been, which was now a silhouette of plain, off-white paper with a dot of smudged black where the ink had dripped. It bled into the slick and swirled into a mesmerizing, spiraling pattern.
He dabbed the page with the paper towel he had been using to clean off his pen to see if the page was wet, but even after smearing and rubbing for a few seconds, the page seemed to be dry as a piece of plain paper could be.