Truckstop Postcards
…Did I say space? Because I meant…
Love,
PSL
Little pieces of Ret’s lore and the back-story to the characters, Ret, Rafe, Cole, and Hunter.
…Did I say space? Because I meant…
Love,
PSL
Dear Ms. Rice,
The honeybees are here now giving
the clover a working over,
I don’t know what thinkers do
but if nebulae were cubes
I’d be a physicist I think
Go to that door, Little Leaf.
Time. Time. Only a little. Only my share. I respect time so much more than they do out there. Out there Time is such a poorly executed concept.
I’m only here to return some library books and pay the late fees. Oh, and run for coffee too.
In my first long sleep in ages
such dreams. Such strange sleeps.
Broom me a floorlit exfil.
“I should like to find a feather,” said Osi.
May I lightly tread as a shadow traipses
like time [ it|self ]
another wonder|ful knot in the string
[ an|other ] stop
to be continued