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December 14, 2015
L&P #13Whendid we stop wearing color?Years and year and...
L&P #13
When
did we stop wearing color?
Years and year and years
ago
in the midst of fancy
in the thrall of infancy
there were tights
and bows,
grass stains
and scabs,
and dresses worn
with galoshes.
Yet color turned,
washed
grey and white
when being
a character
became less important
than
building character.
12/11/15
Jon Wilkening & p.s.w.
Originally posted at pswgear.com @jonwilkeningphotography
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Focus (Flash Fiction)
My legs were cold. Which is an inane thought to have whilst naked, strung up like a just-shot deer, and in the midst of an interrogation session that had devolved into discovering which pain receptors hadn’t shut down yet.
Still, my legs were cold. Freezing, even. This was no slight to Hubert, my enthusiastic torturer-née-interrogator. I’m just rather good at compartmentalizing the world. Terrible on relationships. But perfect for spies.
I could tell Hubert was getting frustrated.
“You idiot,” h...
Focus - Flash (517 words)
My legs were cold. Which is an inane thought to have whilst naked, strung up like a just-shot deer, and in the midst of an interrogation session that had devolved into discovering which pain receptors hadn’t shut down yet.
Still, my legs were cold. Freezing, even. This was no slight to Hubert, my enthusiastic torturer-née-interrogator. I’m just rather good at compartmentalizing the world. Terrible on relationships. But perfect for spies.
I could tell Hubert was getting frustrated.
“You idiot,” h...
December 4, 2015
Poetry: L&P #12 - The Crazy.Buying is the crazy.We are...
Poetry: L&P #12 - The Crazy.
Buying is the crazy.
We are driving
and drive
An adulterated institution,
divined by greed
& placation.
We buy an ideal
a fantasy,
packaged to obfuscate
our reality.
12/3/15
Jon Wilkening & p.s.w.
Originally posted at pswgear.com @jonwilkeningphotography
November 30, 2015
The Conversation
I picked up the phone after the third ring. The first ring sent a dagger of anger through my heart. I knew exactly who it was and they were the last person I wanted to talk to. The second ring brought with it a stab of guilt. What if she needed something? The third heralded shame. I don’t do well with shame.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Hey honey, I just wanted to wish you well on the exam.”
“Thanks,” I said, doing my best to sound happy that she called. I know I’m coming off like a right asshole. It’s awfully n...
November 29, 2015
Charlotte & the Welsh Language
Using Welsh in Charlotte Gnoll was a natural extension of where the story began. And I mean really began, some 5,000 years ago when the English as we know it was not spoken. An author always looks for a hook, and I already had a few. A goddess who’d stolen the father of our hero. An explanation for Stonehenge. Perhaps introducing young kids to one of the coolest languages in the world could be a third.
Of course, if I wanted to be truly historical I’d have the characters from Ddaear speak sol...
Charlotte's Celtic Mythology
I began writing Charlotte Gnoll to answer two questions. WhywasStonehenge built? And, what if a little, forgotten girl tripped into another world and became a hero?I easily knew thatStonehenge was a prison. But whowas the prisoner?Why were they imprisoned? How would Charlotte fight them?Theanswers led to so many other questions that I realized I had a whole other story to tell. A story so big and so wide that I needed help telling it.
I fell in love with mythology in 6th grade when our teache...
