“What is now proved was once only imagined.” ― William Blake A story by Michael Burns It was one of those, afternoons. Sitting at a small café, light diffused, not quite there — surreal. Light waiting to happen. On the edge of waiting to happen…ready.
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Fiction, essay, book, short story
YELLOW FISH
I was painting ten paintings the other day. In the music studio and lost an idea among a pile of dead poems sitting on a shelf, it was a good idea! It was something about the sound a bird makes after a terrible storm; for the world is stilled and made over completely in that single solitary second. This is not the only world…by far...
Autumn 1932, London, England…a hotel?
Autumn 1932, London, England: Cold grey October day, wind gusting…. I step out of the front lobby doors of the Sandman Castle Inn, put my hands in my overcoat pockets and pulled my long coat closer around me, against that bitter chill of the fall wind. The world was getting colder; it had been a long trip by steamer...
What do you think I am? (Breaking the Fourth Wall )
"Sometimes I rest in the stillness -- far out there, on the way back. I stop and I am held without the weight of my life. Suspended. Listening to the cacophony of noise rise from that little circle. Into my inky blackness, and I look back to their home. It took me a long time to realize I was different from them. That I was not the clothes I was wearing." -- LOOKING BACK FROM SO FAR OUT (2015) ...
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