This is a siren song, this is a promise of poetry. I’m a sucker for well put words. I do my best to smile but I can’t help but care. I want to forge my hair into silver and wrap it around them like rings. Taste the weight of these letters as they flow from the tongue, listen to how the shape of my lips changes to birth them.
Tonight I’m going to Thundering Word Heard. T. Paul is hosting and I’ve heard rumour that he’s going off with Cirque Du Soliex in a bit. Have to catch him before I miss him. Certain scenes are going to fall apart in a big way without him. Nobody else is willing to do the work or even knows how for some of it. Might as well jaunt down tonight, when his shiny 50’s hair is still visible in the stage lights locally. I plan next sunday gets game night and Sanctuary with Bobbi. (Which reminds me – Is there anyone interested in going who would be able to heft someone out of a wheelchair at the end of the night? We keep him up, we have to be able to help him into bed.) In spite of knowing about it from night one, I’ve never been to Thundering Word. I admit I’m fairly curious as to who will be there.