Thursday, September 11, 2014

Only the bold.


I have been wondering why some lines I write cry out to be bold. I never question, I just follow their commands. I have tried to condense my last post to feature only the bold. This is what came out. 

Having done this, a new title demanded attention. So here it is, a world exclusive:

I shall stand back and study and perhaps repeat the remix for more information.

Only the bold.

I reconciled myself to separation.

Numbers held a peculiar fear for me. 

1 2 3 4 5..."Don't forget the dots."

I stuffed Pandy down the side of the bed in the dormitory. 

'Baby,he's a baby.'

I decided that I had grown big.

I thought over the possibilities.

I decided that I should attempt, to the best of my imagination, to fit in.

They called me Dodger. 

Sunday best

I have no fear to join my dots aloud.

I know they are there. 

I know my friends are there. 


I know my friends are there.

They are there.

Will Pandy make it to heaven?

"And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us."

Pablo Neruda