by Philip Tinkler
I write invisible words for an imaginary muse. The heart of writing is open-mind surgery. My patient asks for something romantic, as if I'm a pharmacy dispensing nuggets to nullify neurosis. I could be more. I could be this. When my silence screams, I whisper unheard thoughts fought in fallen forts.
Philip Tinkler was born in the bucolic north of England. He has been published in places such as the Mad Hatters' Review, Red Fez, Word Riot, The Dream People, The Southern Comfort Charity Anthology, and ChiZine. He lives in NYC with his words and woman. More of his ramblings can be found here.