Nascent

Picture this. It’s a warm calm clear August night. The insects are trilling in the quiet, the moon is waxing gibbous, and I’m out under the stars with the dogs. Out of nowhere, the thought comes to me: you haven’t used the word ‘nascent’ recently. Then I pull a piece of paper out of my pocket and write this all down.

Feed me!

I am going to write a new version of “Little Shop of Horrors” where the things crying “Feed me!” are the little electronic devices awaiting recharging.