Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Monday, May 24, 2010
The Wait Too Long
I'm like magma pulsing pulsing with heights and long long earthquakes and incineration like magma pulsing under the weight of a cold ocean turning swelling pushing hot fault lines and majestic carved mountains like magma bulging under a boiling ocean and you breathe your fast breaths in the steam
Carrie, Meghan, Oddyoddyo13, and Chatterbox, the brave commenters! I wanted to capture a rawness here. And a driving force with the repetition. I had fun with the photo too. It's foam just before the drop at Niagara Falls.
Terri, wow, you slipped in there as I was hitting publish. I totally understand not wanting to be first! I glad I took a shot at describing driving desire, though.
12 comments:
Intense.
Love it!
This was very powerful. :)
A burning desire put in wonderful words!!
Carrie, Meghan, Oddyoddyo13, and Chatterbox, the brave commenters! I wanted to capture a rawness here. And a driving force with the repetition. I had fun with the photo too. It's foam just before the drop at Niagara Falls.
Oh, I liked this, Jason!
(the photo is of water?? wow...)
You have such a wonderful way with words. This sums up exactly how I feel when I'm about to explode in temper.
"long, long, earthquakes..."
My favourite line.
Um. Yes. Hot and heavy... quite right, I wasn't brave enough to be one of the first to comment :)
Raine, great to see you! This one is up your alley, no?
Petty Witter, oh, I love that! A different read than I intended, but perfect.
Bernita, I thought that line really fit.
Terri, wow, you slipped in there as I was hitting publish. I totally understand not wanting to be first! I glad I took a shot at describing driving desire, though.
I don't know how I missed this one. Wow. Just wow!
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