words. low-slung and heavily ponderous. like a papoose full of stones slung round the neck. slope-shouldered, spine curved into a ? mark. words. slipping skyward on cloud mists and feathered wing. exultant. helium filled. words. needle sharp and stinging. like the prickers of a nettle plant. flint hard and serrated. as of a spear thrown from a long distance and landing with terrifying nearness. words. flannel lined cocoon. a nest of languor and drowsiness. muffled quietude.
words. it’s been a while since i’ve put my words here, but i’ve been leaving a blue-inked trail in other places. letters, journaling, lists, sound bites, notes, writing in the margins. so much so that my fingers have hard, knobby callouses. i have only recently realized how important words are to me, and that i feel words in such a physical way. they are 3 dimensional, have shape and form and color. i’m guessing there is a term for this in the dictionary of crazy! i’m speaking of words that rattle around in my head, cling to and flow among the crevices of my grey matter. descriptions of descriptions, of descriptions. and your words, they have seeped into the marrow of my bones as well.
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz – the seemingly infinite combination of those 26 letters – words. callouses and blue-inked detritus. it’s good to be back.
your word spillage welcome here.