Skip to main content

Tales of Talisman

 And the tentacles reached neurasthenic levels of projection as the question was asked. Darksome skies compounded the adventure of looking here. Rains smeared bellicose rejection patterns with pluperfect condiments of rationale. Yet again, the tentacles stretched to the square root of oblivion, tho upon a cozy framework, and tightness reigned. The urgent maw cornered a new meaning, which extended the tentacles further. A scream as of a multiplied siren lurks in the cream puff of the attendant officer. Shots were shot, as logic would expect. Heroism proves not always the same moose. People are involved. The tentacles stretch cancellation to its almost logical extreme. The maw could be industry, or just facts, or a prevalent aroma. Heroes the size of storks pour in. *In what?* the reader asks. The tentacles have no time for ambuscade, but industry remains. The children eyes open to relent and the lack thereof. People are involved but involvement cannot be a plan. Rain dazzles in the offing, but the offing refuses outright to remain. Here, then, the tentacles, as the story goes. Going includes no options.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Setting Sentences Straight

  Walking is not walking if Gertrude chooses not to walk. The premise: Gertrude Stein is not walking. She may be on a boat, not walking, crossing the wide ocean sea. Leaving inevitable France but not walking. Dramatic but not walking. Sentenced but not walking. There were days of walking but not this day. Reading or just looking but not walking.There were sentences full of walking but not walking. Talking maybe but not walking in or out. A time lived and walking was done then if not now. It was a doing and it was a done. Not forgetting Alice who may have had walking done or even doing. The annals say Leo Stein walked along, up to and including the degree of not walking, along. Those flower names walked along, Matisse, Picasso, Laurencin, in varieties. An adding war or two closed or opened anything jump. Apollinaire in the historical. Languages of shapes and sizes bounding for just the time and a little beyond. And that was the how sentence. In that time but also forward until readi...

FIERY TASTES

  Dragon, it's I'm so excited! It's tradition to eat game time! (COLORFUL ADJECTIVE) (FOOD) and drink at We usually get with (PAST TENSE VERB) it is epic We're def showing up at spot, to fire up that (SUPER HERO) (PERSON POSSESSIVE) tailgating (ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE BACON) so it's not boring AF  we seem To be restless

Maps Then And Now

  cobble stones on fire, cars uprooted, it was a strange nexus and bright bolt. We knew we would be younger than today, always that same stress-tone and nodding after. Bison as big as, feeling entitled promise and big years. We weren’t arranged so properly and too bookish but as the fit of time and wheat stalks in fields swaying. We proposed without exactitude but in flinty response a spark. It could constitute a binge but did not. All this in the certain year and then. Now produces a traffic of manyness, meeting and entreating as simplified breath. It would be stone wonderful to follow into an Idaho of history and dimension, mapped by eyes and invited steps. Lewis died with extinguished story, Clark stayed announced. Today old mongering remains in shivering, unplacid worldview by shaky virtue of amazing wither. Rightly leaning wrong in crossfire, purpose beyond completion, our own gravity stoked for how we  intended  the lucid green, at our feet, at our hands, at all rou...