• startrump commented on the post, help 7 months, 4 weeks ago

    a broken, lurching thing. resentful sidelong glances drive through me as i watch him drag the body into the grave. thick, hard rain is shoving us into the mud.

  • startrump commented on the post, help 7 months, 4 weeks ago

    a broken, lurching thing. resentful sidelong glances drive through me as i watch him drag the body into the grave. it is raining.

  • startrump commented on the post, necessity 11 months, 3 weeks ago

    oncoming train; phosphorescent light, grown over with ivy on a dark street. a run in my pantyhose over banged-up knees.

  • startrump commented on the post, dilemma 11 months, 4 weeks ago

    little diamond with many facets. locked in a velvet-lined box. does anyone know it’s there? does light reach it when it’s safe and sound?

  • startrump commented on the post, transform 12 months ago

    shifting pixel thinking counter to the swarm. is losing the way a call to adventure? is a glistening prism sorry it’s not a color?

  • startrump posted a new activity comment 12 months ago

    wonder, optimism, and humanity’s endless dreaming. captures the subject well, and it’s unusual, because the dreamer is usually alone, but this one has the support of ”a hundred classmates.” maybe this is a true hero you’re building?

    In reply to - symphonic commented on the post, stunt He was the guy with the cast on his arm signed by a hundred classmates perched against the back of the chair looking for his next trip skyward • View
  • startrump posted a new activity comment 12 months ago

    thanks! didn’t expect to get a response at all, let alone a complimentary one.

    In reply to - startrump commented on the post, stunt miniscule movements, each a spark in someone’s eye. that is the hope. to capture, at great risk, but no risk at all, compared to not capturing the imagination of another human being who might learn to love you. […] • View
  • startrump commented on the post, stunt 12 months ago

    miniscule movements, each a spark in someone’s eye. that is the hope. to capture, at great risk, but no risk at all, compared to not capturing the imagination of another human being who might learn to love you. […]