let me open up for a moment i imagine long strands of red hair extending from a slick, white pod in open space the star’s light is brighter than my soul, but i keep my eyes to the black and deep open tongue-tied as the radiant exposition of the universe surrounding undoes my sanity half-empty … Continue reading let me breathe
Eventide for Demiurge
It looked like any other spacefaring vessel I might have previously crippled with sub-dimensional anti-spacial concussion waves – flaming, careering towards my lovely home in a death spiral. I ripped open its thick metal hull with ease. The sudden departure of the vital live-giving inner atmosphere billowing out into the nothingness of space above me … Continue reading Eventide for Demiurge
Day Thirty-Four – The Mysterious Flamingo of the Tundra
They say space ruins relationships. I believe it. I’m not talking about personal space, even though they might be. I don’t mean that his demand for guy time away from her coupon clipping is the spark or spur to the inevitable divide. I don’t suggest that two people perpetually intertwined for twenty-four hours out of … Continue reading Day Thirty-Four – The Mysterious Flamingo of the Tundra
Whens and Wheres You Thought You Were, and Whys and Whats You Weren’t
Attention. Jasmine wasn’t listening. While you were plugging insanity to the room, this tart galloped to T. Ragsdale’s hippie barbeque fest down the hall. That’s it – play with the fringe of last year jeans that you haven’t washed in weeks. Look down into the red plastic cup and pretend the gnat drowning is not … Continue reading Whens and Wheres You Thought You Were, and Whys and Whats You Weren’t
Rome Will Steal Your Gods
In some circles, they called the man square. There are points, then lines – rotate the line around the point and you get a circle. Rotate the circle around the line and you get a sphere. Rotate the sphere around the circle and you get Bill Witcher, three-time convict and failure at math and home … Continue reading Rome Will Steal Your Gods
Entropy
There is no wind blowing – dead leaves rejoice. Perspective and position, what is seen and what is felt, as the self is situated in the press of the universe surrounding, are illusions. Is the universe pressing in on the boundaries of who I believe myself to be? Or am I pushing out from singularity … Continue reading Entropy
Soon the Fall
When I was younger, long before the trauma of being devoured whole by the swamp god who protects us had worn off, I had a disturbing dream. I remember how I was situated in my makeshift bed that night. I had found a nice mossy patch to act as a pillow as I rested my … Continue reading Soon the Fall
