We watched the chair walk away and sit. While waiting for the chair to speak, we asked the wall if it cared. The wall opened its large mouth. Listen. You can hear through the window a soft wind. Its anger is mounting behind the softness. Focus what we remember and match. Forget the wall with its mouth; it never witnessed without its eyes. While never caring to speak truth.
copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
I pounded sand looking for a hole to drive deep enough to care about. Then, I stopped.
I searched the web for a place to drop links. Turns out there isn’t a place to do so. It seems to me people create online communities with rules that often include an agenda, which only help the person who created the community. Fuck that. I even searched on Facebook for a place to drop my links from WordPress. Nope. Not gonna happen. Well it can- sorta. For example, I spammed Donald Trumps facebook page with my link to my short story on amazon. His team let is stay. But for the majority, you can’t just stumble upon a facebook page and drop your link hoping for feedback, views, or..well anything.
I started a group on facebook today. It’s purpose is to allow creative works to be shown and supported. Drop a link whenever you want. I don’t care if it’s a link directly to your sales page on amazon. Do it. I dare you. I double dog dare you. I hope you gain sales.
For this group to work it needs to grow. If you’re into this kind of thing drop by and say howdy. Drop your link and let’s see what comes.
As I often say to many of my closest friends, ooga. More likely it would be, Ooga! That’s my version of cheers and sometimes possibly a head butt.
Here’s the link to the group on Facebook. Drop a link!
And the beetle walks. The spit drops onto the square patch of earth. We smile nice for the spider. Thorn bushes lined the edge of the field. We pushed through best we could but became stuck near the spiders large web. ‘Haven’t you time to discuss?’ asked the spider. ‘We’ve just seen the beetle.’ we replied. ‘Have you now? It’s not possible.’ We paused at the spiders untruth. ‘Certainly we did see the beetle. Soon the beetle will be near your web.’ ‘Nonsense, there aren’t any beetles and we all know this. You included.’ The thorns dug into our hips and elbows pushing us nearer the web. ‘You mean our memories are not of a beetle we’ve seen and to replace it with another?’ we asked the spider? ‘There is no beetle.’ said the spider. ‘But what if we insist there was a beetle?’ we asked. The thorns gripped and yanked then pushed.
The Cigar and Wine went well.