Magical Mystery

Originally posted on Cup of Whimsy:
I felt the magic for the first time when I was 11 years old. Lounging on the sofa one lazy Sunday afternoon, I complained that there was nothing to do, annoying my parents with my dramatic sense of ennui. My father was cleaning out and reorganizing the drawers of…

Magical Mystery

I felt the magic for the first time when I was 11 years old. Lounging on the sofa one lazy Sunday afternoon, I complained that there was nothing to do, annoying my parents with my dramatic sense of ennui. My father was cleaning out and reorganizing the drawers of our entertainment system furniture; the drawers … More Magical Mystery

The Voice

When he closed his eyes real tight, so tight that his heavy eyelids seemed to disappear into his straining ocular muscles and perhaps into the serpentine folds of his brain itself, so tight that the fleshy red-black sensation of shuteye-sight faded into the deeper and darker black of spilled India ink, the throbbing in his … More The Voice