gusting wind greedily formed unsettled air, flexing its might around corners and curves, breeching walls attacking great and small, creating mayhem as a signature of unfathomable strength, unquestioned and free to disturb.
It was a drama unfolding, an energy of words on the attack, like a fountain of urchins catapulting in air creating and irregular sky. Abstract people shapes resembled stick drawings waving hands and arms like newspapers going aloft; creatures of thought, working the stream. There was no refuge from the granite of opinions, as the … More MY POINT
Jack was the velvet hitchhiker. The typewriter and his road. He was cursed with nonchalant genius. Words worshipped him. Allen and Neal were jealous of the Lowell hometown boy. The athlete at any sport, the worker, the college student and the occasional sailor. He was a lover of lost time. The gatekeeper of abstract thoughts. … More JACK K
Roger Singer 