Five men stand talking near the center of a cavernous room. Around them are partially completed metal frames and dangling electrical wires.
Five men stand talking near the center of a cavernous room. Around them are partially completed metal frames and dangling electrical wires.
The morning mist from the Atchafalaya merged naturally with the fragrant steam rising from the chicory-laced coffee.
That’s Charles. That boy always was weak-minded. He’s down there digging up the nuts I just buried fifteen minutes ago.
Martha Jane Canary got her handle, Calamity Jane, because a lot of folks said, “ You get crossways of Martha Jane, you’re courtin’ calamity”.
“Daryl !!! What have you done”? A few fluffy yellow feathers tumble from Kael’s bloody fangs while he wonders at the pathetic stupidity of humans.
Anyone who has suffered through
a confusing, hellishly bizarre, and seemly endless nightmare will already have a sort of introduction to the writings of Franz Kafka.
Don’t know what the argument was about. Don’t even know there was an argument. Might’a been just bar talk.
Once every seventeen years the air
is filled with a cacophony of click-clacking buzzing that seems to be vibrating everywhere at once.
Stories like Eleanor Rigby’s has been repeated over, and over, over the years. If such unfulfilled longing is so typical, why does it seem to us so sad?
Shadowy suspicions that tumble darkly, in complex rearrangements , for days on end, sometimes for years.
Dismissed as sentimental pap, a pop song for angst-burdened teenagers, certainly nothing to be taken seriously - are you sure?
Errata is the plural form of erratum. Both words refer to errors in printed material. I’m borrowing the word to include errors of word usage, in general.
Friday, 22 August 1485, Bosworth Field – “Richard’s corpse, naked and torn by wounds, was bound across a horse, with his head and long hair hanging down, bloody and hideous, and in this condition borne into Leicester for all men to see”.
By tech-speak, I mean the weirdly impenetrable terminology used by technical writers.
The motes of dust dance in the light, gracefully swirling inside the beam that reveals what the darkness hides.
We are obsessed by time. We never have enough of it. We’d like to save it, but we can’t avoid spending it.
Herodotus of Halicarnassus (480-425 B.C.) wrote the earliest account of the geography, people and customs of the ancient world.
That’s the title of Alexander King’s autobiography. The enemy he refers to is himself.