on reading - cameron dokey

A story is alive, as you and I are. It is rounded by muscle and
sinew. Rushed with blood. Layered with skin, both rough and
smooth. At its core lies soft marrow of hard, white bone. A story
beats with the heart of every person who has ever strained ears
to listen. On the breath of the storyteller, it soars. Until its images
and deeds become so real you can see them in the air, shimmering
like oases on the horizon line. A story can fly like a bee, so
straight and swift you catch only the hum of its passing. Or move
so slowly it seems motionless, curled in upon itself like a snake in
the sun. It can vanish like smoke before the wind. Linger like
perfume in the nose. Change with every telling, yet always remain
the same.

- Cameron Dokey

By Erin McGuire