Monday, October 5, 2009

long nights

We worked into the night: the fans, buzzards, drums, notes, and half torn stories were all piling up in one great frying pan. The smoke began to rise between the pages and the notes, and we saw our thoughts before our eyes—colourful and glowing with ghostly excitement, yet discordant. All we could hear now was a desultory vibration, bouncing from one ear to the next. Our names, simmering in the distance, became unintelligible, and in those passing seconds we knew one another by our glances.


  1. Wow. Somehow you captured the essence of a "long night" and contained it in white spidery letters against a black, nightly backdrop.

  2. Thanks Kathleen! I love how you captured the image of the words by pointing out their texture and colour against the screen--"nightly backdrop."