Sometimes words come tumbling from my brain. Like a storm. Like an orgasm. Like an oration… either I catch them or I don’t. And, the ones that go by uncaught seem never to return. Or, I’ve just not figured out how to call them again. They often catch me off guard in a way images don’t seem to.
This is a place for them to fall. This work is largely unedited. Mostly I let them fall and live how they may. Perhaps this place will change that…
Curious Elizabeth 