creative writing

A Summer Fjord

This is a story where nothing happens, which is the point. Within the nothing, everything occurs.

How little I know of this place. I do not know the names of the grasses blown in waves of ripe-wheat-gold, or the hundred different mosses and heathers that patch that gold with greens and browns. I cannot tell you the stories the rocks could tell if I understood geological time as it passes in millennia. I think this land knows I am here, but in a shallow sort of way. I am too small, my time too short to be anything worthy of deeper thought.

El Choclo - The Corn

The Marabou night club. Light is dim. The music throbs dark. Twisted. An orchestra of sound fills the space, pleasing to the body. This dance. The way it makes you feel. Feel your power merging with your partner's, not a battle for victory, but a challenge for balance.