a night on the f'naut
by Walter Bjorkman
i dont believe in channeling to gods in the sky i believe in the channeling of mothers giving birth of pi in the sky of west village blues of artists with muses with burning field bruises with scientist musings with strange waters flowing with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams with too many to mention with you really like me expressions with workshop advice with forum delights with all of us here with all of you out there and so a grand applause for the folk that make me pause, and say "What are you doing staying up so late?"
To answer your question: snatching the solitude while everyone else is sleeping, of course. Didn't William Carlos Williams have some wondrous lines about that, too?
This was fun to read.
I'm sure he did Beate, he is one I have to go back and read. Thanks for reading!
i think i just gave you your first star for your first flash how's that for a blooming morning glorious in all its fresh incandescence enwrapping a newer, flashier walter and taking him away from his poet hunting grounds god knows where?
quite charming!
Amazing, Walter. Great. Do more of these please -
Nice flash, indeed, Walter, it's a poem/flash
The rhythm and imagery flow reminds me of Dylan (Bob that is). Yet in many ways you're even better, more humanly empathetic, less judge-mental.
A salon gone nutso. Love it.
I have arrived. Somewhere. ;-)
Loved this, Walter.
I too found great joy in reading this like it was a beautiful present, and over and over again it gives delight. Very cool.
Nice first flash. Write some more, please.
Oh My Gosh! I love this!!
We can all relate -- we are here! we are here! we are here! I gotta get to bed but I just can't stop...
flash fave!
Sparkles. Like a little stream catching rainbows.
Love the rhythm of this, Walter!
I saw the title and had to read. Glad I did! Really enjoyed this, Walter. Your author’s note is fun too.