Is it any wonder that trust has fled the world. I was almost looking forward to another few hundred miles on the back of a horse only to find that I’ve been eating it for the last few evenings in those fiery dark stews that, to be honest, I’ve enjoyed. Though, now, should I change…
Mr friend is asking about the horses. Where did we leave them, he says, but what he really means is, Hey, SUNSHINE, what have YOU done with the nags. In order to give any kind of satisfactory answer, I need to explain that at the time of writing I am sat beneath a flickering light…
I don’t recognise these streets or for that matter this particular arrangement of muscular tensions – the whole thing is rather perplexing. Perhaps I am merely tired. Questions hover in the air, like, how would we know if we are in the right listening station? Is there any meaning to the word trust? And what…
Categories (2024) are:
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.