Imagist – Fiction / Poetry / Photography
Everything is monochromatic this morning, from the grey-white sky to the grey-white snow. The birds have conspired to emphasize this colourlessness. Cardinals and blue jays sing in the distance, unseen, while juncoes and chickadees pick at the black oil sunflower seeds in the feeders. Below, two squirrels wait for scraps – one black, one grey.
When traffic flows, all lanes at the right speed, all drivers in the zone, the commute feels like surfing. The wave is perfect. But then, ahead, a flash of red, a tap of the brakes, and the tube crashes, knocking us down, drowning.
I remember, as a young boy, learning that the earth spun. I was so excited by the prospect. Yet, with my eyes closed, I couldn’t feel any movement. My mission was simple: I needed to prove it. Before bed, I lined up a Hot Wheels car with a tree far away across the street. I … Continue reading Microcosmic
R L Raymond 