Click number to see tickler.
Open a drawer. How did you come by the oldest object
you find there?
Two characters sit at a table. One is very specific,
the other an archetype.
“I guess so.” (Explore reluctant commitment.)
An invitation is not a summons.
Nobody speaks. (Explore action and gesture.)
Two characters describe one another. (What is revealed?)
“Aw, Mom.” (Explore wheedling.)
Something in the air tonight.
"What's your point?" (Explore beating around the bush.)
Two characters engage in a heated discussion using only nonsense syllables. (Explore the shape of spoken sounds and how they convey meaning.)
I look up from the computer screen, turn to my left,
and notice...
A coin rolls across the
sidewalk and stops at...
A character who lived 100 years ago has a conversation with someone contemporary.
“This insane thing happened today!”
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ... Bang!
I put a spell on you.
(Explore the language
of ritual.)
“I do not prance into a room.
I canter.”
“If you were alive today,
I would tell you...”
“I just need to borrow...”
Push and pull of the mirror.
Adverbs ad nauseum.
Really ad nauseum.
The worth of an intangible.
A sentence lies in fragments.
The circle and the square. (Explore the shape of language.)
Speaking like a gerundtologist.
The humming of
an appliance.
“Shit like this is always happening to me!”
Finding a parking ticket,
I suddenly feel...
A distant sound becomes
ever more insistent.
Before my morning coffee (ugh!).
“And that’s great.
The world needs them.
Then there’s us.”
... their frantic tongues composing a fugue.
"You’re right! You’re right! ... You’re al-l-l-l-l-ways right.”
A classic through new eyes.
What lies beyond this particular space?
A paper airplane glides by.
Third message on the answering machine.
"I love your indignation."
We try and try and try
to find a rhythm.
Perfect! Perfect. ...
Except for...
Rubbing the Buddha's belly.
The cry of a baby echoes
down an empty hall.
"I thought I was dying, but it was wishful thinking."
"No disrespect, but are
you homeless too?"
A recurring place in my dreams.
"I still think about that lost..."
How I felt when I woke up
this morning.
Across the kitchen table.
Squalid splendor, or
splendid squalor?
Nag. Nag. Nag. Nag. NAG!!!
Magenta slacks in a green field.
“But I meant ‘tacky’ in the
best possible sense.”
“I thought you were
someone else.”