time spent at the beach: wintry, sou'wester whipping the ocean, frenzied. ice-cream cake melting, wilting under harsh sunlight. never cold for long. dwarfed by an ocean, cliff-tops looming nearby - time to find somewhere else.
unwrap stack of books: hope this one will speak to you. time to start reading. time is luxury - stolen moments hidden and jealously guarded. look up obscure reference: screenshot it and come back later (when?).
the clock is running. she's speaking, tentative. she's only got eleven minutes to present the story. it's not enough time. confident now: three minutes left.
say something profound, she's watching me. the words aren't said but they hang in the air anyway, waiting for the camera to be flipped on. waiting for me to perform, so i can be recorded for posterity. she's looking at her smartphone, tapping into it with the speed of someone who's had a few too… Continue reading the timer, 1.1 (150)
Flash Fiction July, 23 A theory: that time is a malfunctioning reset option. She writes, stops. Already she's working on proving the theory, catching up to herself as her mind slowly, ideas barely catching sparks. This is the worst time of working, when her mind fails to make connections and doesn't take things into account. Times… Continue reading Theorizing
time gives us wings to grow: taller, wiser, older - snatches it away. growing, a guest in the world - have yet to figure out where my place is. time turns me away, won't permit itself to touch me. (not yet, that is.)
something's amiss here; your shadow trails me. mirror to mirror, i see you stalling time, freezing motion. we're both trapped here now.
crammed full of treasure tucked into a corner and not yet forgotten. ----- bare and functional (at least on the surface) you don't know what's inside. ----- a monument to time: failure and achievement; it has seen it all.
the days are drawing out longer, but time is running shorter. minutes skitter away, melting together in clumps that dissipate. promises are made - they break, flowing together in easy linguistics and shatter under pressure. they stick around just long enough for their value to wear off; then they're gone. bitter complaints go heard, unacknowledged:… Continue reading thread count (150)
commitment - no, i can't. you are not quite enough for me to break the habit. older - yes, i know you're aging. so am i but it still doesn't change my mind. underhanded - i'm sure you think yourself devious. scheme and plan all you like. nothing changes, still. life - it's not long… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Couldn’t