“This is a great idea.”
“Just like it’s a great idea to spoon first.” Wendel turned over to kiss him. “You never know what might happen,” they said together.
UIXTR: Do you have enough of it?
AELRN: Enough of it for a while. And then maybe we’ll be doing something different.
UIXTR: A good while?
AELRN: A very good while. A little goes a long way when we’re using it in strips. And we’d better have progressed our stratagem by then.
UIXTR: Sounds groovy and feasible in every way.
Toller woke at the sound of footfalls in the hold, where he’d used cargo straps to secure himself in a niche for a nap. Leiv, source of the noise, switched on the lights. The boy loosed his hitches and stretched. “Where are we?”
Soon the space they’d opened was empty. With no one else in sight, they locked up and took off, leaving the key in the lock as requested. “So, what’s next on the list for the Homeboy Shopping Network?” asked R. Arriba.
Everyone has different protocols. Learn how to be understood in as many or as few protocols as possible. Leiv and I will just use poetry sometimes if we’re piloting our own ships in a situation.
“How do you do that?”
“Mostly, we understand each other’s language… we like each other’s taste… and we use embedded pointers from our horsing around for years together.”
This trusty vehicle had read her motions clearly and without parallax the whole time – no misreadings had interrupted her hyper-tuned mindstate, and when the jumps occurred they were distinctly a result of her actions, whatever they’d been. So, with a hint of suspicion, with her gloved arms Soleil began to comb the field of motion for the errant response.
I’ve been writing ahead. I’m going off-grid while at Tribal Gathering in Panama, holding various experimental story workshops (see you there?).
For postings from now through the Ides of March, I’m just going to share a tiny preview slice of each section draft. This is partly a fractal exercise (what tiny part can transmit some satisfying quality?), and a process sharing – parts will remain, others transform. That’s what you get for being along for the ride! I’m not even going to tag these, so this is the loyal reader exclusive.
I’ve practiced spoiler mitigation in my selections, however some things will be revealed, so if you don’t want that, come back next month!
If you don’t mind that and this seems like a fun foray into the writer’s mind, then stick around. The hiatus counter above will begin with the next post, during which every post will begin with the words SPOILER WARNING.
“Far Out: Exploring the Mind With Science Fiction & Poetry”
February 8 – Seattle WA
Love Letters at Behind the Veil 2
February 14 – Port Townsend WA
At and around Behind the Veil 2, I created ~30 new love letters released to the world, an art form I dearly treasure. These were rolled into scrolls, tied with a charming yarn, and edges burnt.
A couple requesting letters to each other, waiting to read them at their hotel room on her best Valentine’s ever… one to a cat… one for a father who recently passed… one to a passion for aviation… a stage prop containing a 2-person-wordplay… and some to selves, a message I am honored to help deliver. An extraordinary evening!
I came up with a scribe stamp for the back – “via ele.” – to describe that these are the sentiments of the sender as interpreted by another. Clarifies the origins and elevates the offering. I was never informed as to this practice but it was my best solution to minimize confusion without claiming complete ownership, but retaining some accountability.
Love letters via red-ribbon typewriter, at your service. Find me in Port Townsend tomorrow night, Feb. 14 at Behind The Veil 2 – a lingerie masquerade, held in the American Legion.
The community feeling and the atmosphere at Family Night were spectacular! Below, I am pictured at my live art table plying glue and strange items. The second is one panel’s progress upon layout (hint: that’s Charles Darwin’s study!). A link to workshop video will be added to this post soon!
Coming up: TRIBAL GATHERING WORKSHOP INTENSIVE!