Writing

Dreaming

Hollis porter

Thoughts sharpening into birdsong. Then they stutter. Break down. Reassemble. That’s about as clear as I can put it.

It’s not clear at all.

FEATURED WORK

Delinquent Gospel

She used to roll her eyes whenever I told her I’d stopped by the place after work. Black orbs rotating atop sculpted cheekbones.

She’s on the rightmost stool. Johanna. She was first to audition this morning; a tough act to follow. But let’s flip the chronology.

Read now in Volume 16, Issue 3 of the Wilderness House Literary Review

Duende

Melodies of the Awakened Machine

The encyclopaedia identified phosphenes as a form of optical stimuli: memories of light. Mental vision as opposed to physical. It was fascinating, really, how the human brain, in its impossible complexity, found it necessary to apply shape to its impulses; even during periods of blindness.

Joy. The feeling. No. Something more. Euphoria.