Language dreams – verbs dashing over the landscape of human thought. Pungent petunias grow along the borders of my knowing. Math has always been an honest enemy, language a lying, lascivious friend. What does English see when she closes her lavender eyes? Beneath her lashes, nouns cavort like bacteria, so small and yet so vital to life as we know it. The great pronoun stalks among the verbage, the 9th letter of an alphabet intimate and exotic. But the greatest pronoun, the capital H pronoun, skips through space time looking for nouns who need prayer.
Miniature Moon 