Terror Is a Medium.
Waiting for the idea to make its final approach.
My feet are getting weighty inside dress shoe sneakers.
My dress is black and I can feel appendages gathering light from under me.
Somewhere I know this is being written down at the pace of my ankles on a new bit of curled up receipt.
I am walking now.
I am walking.
I hear the bombast.
Drums behind the skitter of strollers and somber cloak periodicals.
I am a pilot of which the avenue moves about me.
No longer the diligence of staring, but only to travel that course.
I will send them to the moon.
I will send them to the maelstrom.
They will grow tired of The Whirlpool when they put on their ThinkingCaps.
Coming up 4th street…Read More of Vesper Heliotropic Book I. Crystal Turbines…
“Everything felt like a toilet bowl to her suddenly…florescent lighting and tiles, desks all in rows the removed suggestions of an omnipresent monotone, a sole repeating voice above an ecosystem of whispering students, sort of bouncing from ceiling to desk to floor, dissipating with each bounce, only to end up under someone’s foot or chair.
And that was class: a small rubber bouncy-ball under someone’s foot or chair.
Rachael didn’t like that feeling, it was cold and washed out, there was nowhere to go from it, only to sit, only to watch, blankly.” …Read More of Vesper Heliotropic Book I. Crystal Turbines…
“–Everything is just fine, and that vacation time means everything is going to be fucking fun!” He then turned to his wife and added with an off and rancorous tone, “No Eileen, not this time, I see you with that look of yours, but nop!-This is too important, this is the big event, we’ve been waiting for months–the cook-off, the Big-Game barbecue!”
After that, he grabbed his daughter by the collar of her T-shirt and threw her…Read More of VH Book II. RACHAEL