The record spoke of octofish as it spun at 45 revolutions per minute. I looked at the album cover on the floor. It was a man with a carp for a face and a top hat. I cocked my head at the beautiful strange melodies. Each tune flowing out of the speakers was more demented …
We sauntered down the sidewalk, doing our best to dodge puddles. The rain had come and decided to stick around. By day three it had well overstayed its welcome. Its first showers had cleaned the city and nourished the trees, now it just filled storm drains and turned side streets into shallow canals. Our usual …
And a lone piper, In uniform and kilted regalia stood Upon a cement parade ground In driving rain – The drones wailed a lament As the melody soared in sonorous derge Good, nostalgic tidings Drowned in celestial tears – Eras end amongst promises of better days Lies abound in hearts drunk with power Today, years …
The rain falling down past our balcony has always fascinated me. The sounds, the smell, the sheer oddity of being outside during a rainstorm, safe from every drop. Anytime it would rain, I would go out and sit. Maybe I’d take a coffee, maybe a tall glass of sparkling water, sometimes just alone with only …
In the glorious afternoon, When azure blankets the city Soft muslin of ozone and air Hung impossibly high far above – The moon passes in irregular form Between our home and our power Crescented, then, becomes That steadiest of lights – We below watch With all our technology, mystified Stunned at the simple ballet Our …
My fingers run along the fake wood Too smooth and cool in the early night – The phone sits notificationless Seemingly without purpose – The beat thumps The crescendo rises – Saxophones rift on chords A voice, melancholy, intones melodies – My feelings gassify Same for the bubbles in the sparkling water bottle – I …
She looked up at the ceiling as the record spun. We’d made it to the second side, but only just. Now as the last few tracks played out, the smoke from her cigarillo climbed languidly towards the ceiling. The lights from the city beyond the glass panes made shapes up where the smoke stopped rising. …
And bells chimes above the warren of streets Clear and sonorous above cacophony The pure tone ringing true Through all us within – From the depths of our filth On a planet once so magnificent Turquoise, verdant, lush Sunk in the landfill we’ve hewn from its crust – The clarion call sounds The hearts of …