When I see something that tickles my narrative curiosity, I’ll take a picture of it. Then I’ll write a very short short story inspired by that photo.
A new poem, on the intimacy of language. Enjoy!
The chills of the forest chase, the endearment of Elliott teaching E.T., the thrill of the bicycle flight, mourning the death of E.T., the excitement of the final bike chase, the sorrow at the final goodbyes—it’s all there and it works like a charm.