This is a story about being a person, and then continuing to be a person, for as long as it takes.
What is this dust-colored, sideways grinning dog doing out here in the parking lot?
I wanted to tell you something about the place where the storm whips up the waves so strongly that the boundary between them is uncertain, and about the one-eyed crab who clicks up and down the beach, and about castles, sometimes.
Text for the new brochure, a lot of places have those at the front desk so people can get to know a little about the place, right? We should have one of those at the Palace of Breath!
Ok, everyone, I know we're all upset and looking to POINT FINGERS but before you start calling us up you should listen to this and see if it answers some of your questions.
A story about how we see ourselves, and eachother, assuming that we are a patch of ocean or a different patch of ocean or one of many creatures living in what used to be a whale.
A story about people and things talking to each other in hallways. Inspired by Bill Irwin's "On Beckett."
1. like a dime between subway rails 2. like time lost 3. like a knife in the skin 4. like a seedling out of a seed 5. like truth
Please take any of this that helps you, and ignore the rest.
Don't worry about it, they're going to be rad
A small story about looking at things from different perspectives, in the closing days of one's time aboard the International Space Station.
The result of an experiment. 45 of these words were written by Sydney Vogl.
Written for 826 Valencia's Donuts and Dialogues series, on the theme of "a brighter tomorrow."
Connie Smith
One of my favorite things I've come across.
Ares
Very good stuff. Are these your writings?