The little man name him big boy, habitually sat on the edge of his stump waiting for the daily sun tide of nesterfish. Whence they arrived he whistled so loud the flies came out to see what all of the ruckus was about. And so everything was at that happening. Until somebody started looking, well that's when something changed, it was slight but it happened. The wind lifted switched direction and things started to scatter. The golden rays of sunshine dwindled and then came the purple rain. And big boy (remember him) sat up, opened his lungs and let that note fall out. It resonated and fell suddenly through a crack in the foundation beneath his feet. And it resonated, back into an echo that lasted and grew into the legend.

I read the paper that day and it told me things that I think I believed. A plane fell from the sky and they named names. And it seems a lot of people became sad and some angry. The whole time I just wanted to mind my own business. But I had to listen to their stories. My ear ached to eavesdrop and I heard whispers back and forth. I saw shiny things, my vision became blurred, people smiled and others looked away. I walked on and saw a duck feeding. I walked on and words shaped to entice me were blinding, but hiding under the Taliban I found the hobo who lived in the middle of that metropolis, the extroverted hermit. And I walked on...

The Starlett that was. She was ravishing tipping past the point and always in a haze that Starlett. Miss beautiful (even though) she had a noticeable tumour by her right eye; was tired of the publicity. So she needed to run away. And away she did to the Meeting of the Minds. A safe place it was. but long way from home, yet well worth the travel. Past all the tall buildings and over the bridge, at the end of a long road, in the middle of the fern gully she found the spliff that she thought she had lost, there it was tucked neatly in. She smoked it and kept walking through the green and came upon two men where the canyon started. They encountered each other with good-hearted suspicion. He sized her and she sized he. Twice over. They were up to the same trouble and decided to team up. So away, there they met at the Meeting of the Minds. You game?

Publications: Mass Appeal March 2005; "Graffiti Women", Nicholas Ganz; "Definition", Cey Adams due to be released Fall 2008.