Archive for September, 2007

Mr. November

This is noth­ing like it was in my room, in my best clothes. Sharply creased, pressed and ironed into my uni­form. It had been decided that I was going away, because Some­thing Wasn’t Right about me. Because out of sight meant out of mind. Out of the way, more likely. Out of your harm’s way, […]

One moment of excitable inhalation

I can barely believe what just happened! Indeed, I can so barely believe it that I am using exclam­a­tion marks in a flag­rant and down­right wil­ful fash­ion! Without due regard for health and safety laws! I have rarely been so anim­ated! Or excit­able! Where was I? Oh yes. What just happened, and barely believ­ing it. Well, […]

One moment of meaningful exhalation

[Insert words here]          Um. Well. Indeed. Yes.                   Thank you. Thank you for your time.          That is all.                   Don’t call us. We’ll call you. I am going to climb into my well now.          Please do not drop pebbles on my head.                   Not unless you hear me mum­bling to myself. [Insert more words here. Repeat to fade.]

Random acts of stationery #30

Random acts of stationery #29

Random acts of stationery #28

Wrong number #1

“Hello, is that the Buddhist Chant Peace and Reas­sur­ance Helpline? I’m so glad I’ve got through to you, because I’m des­per­ately in need of some reas­sur­ance. Maybe if you could chant to me quietly whilst I sit here cross-legged with my eyes closed and then … what? What do you mean? At this time of […]

Melodrama in nineteen syllables

Unsent letter #6

Dear You, It seems there was a pause in my celes­tial trans­mis­sions. Are you receiv­ing me loud and clear? The only explan­a­tion I can pos­sibly offer is that the clouds in my broken neck of the woods have been heav­ier than lead in air these past months. A num­ber of par­tic­u­larly aggrav­at­ing cumulon­im­bus took up residence […]