I What is it that anyone can say about what he sees? Or what he hears? Or what he feels? Things to say about--what can anyone say? Yes, what words are there in the treasure house of words, words and more words, so much cacophony---there are only these words to say, to tell, to speak, … Continue reading The Shadows of the Bare Branches of the Tree on the Wall [A Short Story]
Alone at the shore. The wakes of high tide this morning reaching my feet, how so sitting, the sands, there I am dreaming you, day dreaming as I have, drawn horizons, other orisons, the prayers I le… Source: To Talk or not to Talk [Flash Fiction]
The dialogic imagination . . . sometimes my ideas are conversations in the head. I’m always talking to the people I know when they are not around. I hear them clearly as if talking to me. There is no strain in what they say or how they say it.
I frequently wake talking to the dead.