The Floating Harbour: Chapter 7
Chaos to get into.
The tattered tethers of the known to leave behind.
Author: William Altoft
Writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol.
The Floating Harbour: Chapter 6
The life, suspended, lives nonetheless inside, its mind in the past, its present; my mind in the present, my past.
The Floating Harbour: Chapter 5
There are clouds, in flux from grey to white, in the blue that the grassed hill climbs into, some walls of stone and little paths mark it, near the trees, for settlement.
To Keep From Writing
Take the ink from the (FlexGrip) pen; articulate the uncontrollable.
The Floating Harbour: Chapter 4
“You’re a… spirit. Or a stroke…”
“Or a girl.”
“Or a Cheshire Cat.”
What Even Are Haiku?
I know it’s not 5-7-5… but does it even need to be short-long-short?
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Am I ever writing this? You were always reading this. The stars knew they were burning…
