Knot for nothing.

What started as a comment from Wendy Taleo to "Speaking their Language"* took on a life of its own and then Kevin tied us in knots...

As they say in Yorkshire "there's nowt as queer as folk." 


Speaking their language*

Ghostwriting & Marginalia.

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Ghostwriting & Marginalia.

Ghostwriter.

I haunt these words. 

I hear their steps.

They pause...

But I remain static.

I haunt these words.

I am type-cast.

This cursor beating heart.

I hear them coming.

I feel them standing over me.

Ghostwriting.

I am this corpse.

I fear they think me dead, yet

I haunt these words.

Locked in, comatic,

Powerless to act, yet

I haunt these words.

They sharpen scalpels.

They take its organs.

They take its eyes.

They see nothing.

I am this ghostwriter.

Post scriptum

Post mortem.

Alive and Whole.

I haunt these words.

Marginalia.

"Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;

Our meddling intellect

Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—

We murder to dissect."

William Wordsworth.