I struggled this week, this picture, and the myriad of life going on…couldn’t seem to find a spark. But in the spirit of Friday Fictioneers, felt I oughta make a go of it. So here it is – and in accord, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for taking up the inspirational, curatorial mantle of keeping our practice alive!
Stomps back, livid grimaced flesh flushed, shouts, more of a gritty scrape of screed: “you never…anyway…I don’t know why I ever…” huffs, seethes, jolting in a kind of place.
Unseen, steely, weight of concrete in its rage, him, silent, back there, unmoving. Something trembles.
Wind too, perhaps occasions of rain, drizzle, precipitation seems likely, somewhere, here, somehow.
She keeps it going, it’s like a flood, like a multi-chambered dart gun, can’t seem to stop, doesn’t want to end. Not silence. Not distance. Disregarding.
Something recedes, perhaps him. Substances exiting every direction. All wearing out.
Everything outside this window.
N Filbert 2012
Polysemic Stupor 
Real rage described very vividly I think. Love the language.
thank you very much!
Doesn’t sound like a very productive relationship! Your steam of words really conveyed the weight of his anger and the connection with the weather strengthened that.
And I love your Eco quote. So true. Thought I’d mention the ps first, lest I forgot.
You managed to pull some pretty raw feeling out of your sparklessness. It reminds me of ee cummings. I, for one, am glad you made the effort.
Loud, extreme, blustering, keening, seething, weighty, hurtling, bumpy story. Very good. Ron
“Everything outside this window.”
hits strongly, so impressive. Wonderful written piece, but as always dear N Filbert, Thank you, love, nia
thank you nia 🙂
thanks much ron
thank you very much
thank you!
A lot raging through his head. Nice contrast juxtaposed against the quiet scene outside the window.
What intense writing.
thank you?
it felt like poetry, in the power of the anger. I liked it.
thank you very much 🙂
Wow. Not sure what was going on, but I could feel his anger. Great job.
thank you 😉
Little shards of nice words all raining together – nicely done! For some reason “wind too” was my favorite part, because the “too” was somewhat unexpected but also felt right in place.
thank you very much Brian – I love hearing the details that catch.