Uncovered Stories

Have you noticed anything odd about this wall? It seems out of place somehow. Don't you see? Look, it is much thicker than the other walls. I looked upstairs, at the rooms above this one and they are much thinner. Fine, yes, I understand this is a cellar but it just doesn't make any sense. None of the other walls are like this one. What does the ultra-sound scanner show? A void? I knew it! And there is something else, you...

Some days I am the poet drawing pictures of moments with words poured out like spoonfuls of falling light. The written phrases may, or may not, be diluted by those that follow. My terrified heart often tries to press darkness into the light, to repaint the revelations and disguise them. Some days I am the poem, flowing out of a spring of crass beauty. In this stream I am revealed, exposed, stripped naked. It flows quickly...