Tag Archives: Peter Cole Friedman

There is another story coming through, places where the ink clotted on the other side of the page. The words of a deaf person screaming, meanings camouflaged like the glow of day lanterns. There are points of contact: Impacted letters … Continue reading →

We can only stand gravity so long, so many revolutions, until we seek a wormhole, a soft spot in the Laws of Science. It seems there is always some formula positing a new dimension written with a pen from the … Continue reading →

Are a waste of time, leaving too many moments to die in unmarked graves on stealth battlefields, too much apple on the core of memory to debunk the mystery of the worm. They are too harpoon-like to understand detour or … Continue reading →