Robert Tilford
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The Quicksilver Herald
Alice Libel never thought she'd die with the world trying to self identify as something it's not. It's started with iridescent light pulsing from a little peninsula South of the city of Providence. With every shift of its color seemed to warp the city's skyline, from the towering grey familiar blocks, to red-orange spiral towers with clouded asymmetric windows, then melting down to sagging gambrel roof tops and Georgian balustrades. The way the buildings oozed and morphed like watered down play doh shifted Alice's perspective to one of a plastic pliable existence that has been bent far beyond its breaking point. She felt hot as though she too were melting like the buildings on the distant shoreline. Water, water would cool her off, she thought. A dip into the ocean would cool her off and resolidify her plastic existence under this nausea inducing skyscape.
By Robert Tilford5 years ago in Fiction
Colorful Contrast and Contradictions
The darkest night is the brightest light, The deepest deserts is shallowest of seas, The heaviest of gases is lightest of solids, The most crowded of places is the loneliest of gatherings, The hardest of time is the softest of space, The great nonsense of words is the greatest genius of workings, The mind is a lock and imagination the key, So remove the paradox box from the order ball and what do you see. Is it a opague red or a see through blue, From beginning to the end it doesn't matter from my perspective it is all true.
By Robert Tilford5 years ago in Poets
