I HEAR that the axe has flowered, I hear that the place can’t be named, . I hear that the bread which looks at him heals the hanged man, the bread baked for him by his wife, . I hear that they call life our only refuge. – Ich hore, die Axt hat gebluht, ich…
There was no story behind it, only a fork in the road. On the dusty road for hours, the pilgrims wedged into hard, narrow seats – the heat – after a few hours the mind went numb, shaken into the deep potholes and constant smell of stale sweat. The ancient bus halted. The engine idling,…
I We were trying to pick a path through the scattered boulders, the slabs, the strange conjunctions of rocky outcrops, vertical, horizontal, random. It was late afternoon, the sun heading for those western hills, the cold air beginning to sink into the bones. I think it is worth commenting on the fact that neither of…
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Different WORDSTALL Categories in the past supported the mainly experimental personal writing in posts. The previous list of Category headings was: Anti-gravity Surgery / Atelier / Catastrophe Games / Echo Effects / Exodus / Fundamental Perversions / Hitting the Potholes / Holy Fool-Hero / In Conversation / Old Men Traveling / On the Street / Out in the Wilderness / Over and Beyond / Tonite at the Coliseum. Some of these still persist or recur as Tag key-words.
The even earlier Category headings for the walkingtalkingwriting blog (2006-2012) have been forgotten, but can be explored if desired via the long tail of monthly posts for those years here.