I read the title, Victor, and was expecting an essay 🙂. Instead we did get poetry in the form of your prose. A reminder that a life lived takes often unconventional forms. Plus a sneak-peak at your next story - well done!
Your "poetry" here, Victor, is perfectly aligned with the floating streetlights in the image. Both truly bizarre. I am very curious about the comments forthcoming and will check back.
" I see a thousand faces covered in habitual landslides."
"Don’t write this down, he said."
"...Shriek a proper sonnet"
These lines are uniquely Victor Sandiego. I smile as I repeat them.
I read the title, Victor, and was expecting an essay 🙂. Instead we did get poetry in the form of your prose. A reminder that a life lived takes often unconventional forms. Plus a sneak-peak at your next story - well done!
Pues...para no escribir poesía Victor...está me encantó. Me parece muy suave y auténtica. Gracias 😊
Your "poetry" here, Victor, is perfectly aligned with the floating streetlights in the image. Both truly bizarre. I am very curious about the comments forthcoming and will check back.