Late at night.

Sometimes, when the world has gone to sleep, I stay up just to hear the silence of my house.

The foundation shifts and settles, the floors creak with the movement, yet no human sound taints the fleshy, deep, brooding night silence. I love the silence, listen to it press against the words I start to jot onto the pad by my bed. Words slowly evolve into sentences, and I’m sitting planning, plotting, while the world around me is disappearing into dreams.

Then they die away, and nothing happens.

I read them, blurrily, and they slide over the page. They mean little near midnight.

blueprintreview #7~

the new issue of the BluePrintReview is up!

the number of it is 7. the sum of it is 4545 words, subtly arranged on 11 pages that stretch from a blank day to artificial limbs, and from pages of the mind to a scenic highway that leads right to the base of all stories. in contrast to that, sky photos from places as far as Java and as close as the editor’s frontyard. also included: a butterfly. all this, right here: www.blueprintreview.de

for more e-reads, check out the links, and if you feel like taking some words on a walk, then try the first print issue of the review, which took the shape of .. a paperback mo(nu)ment.

boundless

today is not bound
by yesterday's sorrows
or joys
.

all that

unanticipated aspects
& hidden lights

reasons for going
and taking the photo

for taking the time
to notice
.