One of my geraniums tried to commit suicide today. It jumped off the windowsill to the street below. I found it lying there, gasping for life. Who knows how long? Hours? How many people walked on by and stared? The dirt was dry and one of it’s branches snapped. I thought about leaving it there. […]
He is a driving music manWhose beats match somethingIn the rhythm of my soul-singing.Resistance is futile,So I grab the bags and turn the key.This road trip has not begunSo much as continued along a vein of possibility.My thoughts are liberated, yet Spirit strains against Self-imposed discipline, And I wake in the morning
After a reign of three thousand moons, the giants from the stars, many-handed and many-footed, returned from whence they had come, strode back to their native planets and asteroids. They had grown weary of being in one place, which they could traverse from end to end in the space of one day. When they came,
“Let there be Form” Pleaded Something That felt too much Apart, too distant And so the concentration began – A hunkering down Of gasses, a conviction A coolness, a slowing down of Molecules, Until there in the center Of the universe Came spinning gently This liquid blue orb. And how lovely she played The soliloquy,
Carli pointed the BELIEF-B-GON at her would be ex-husband, Carl, and pressed the machine’s blue button. The instructions for the BELIEF-B-GON were clear: STEP 1: Press red button to record new belief. STEP 2: Aim front of device at target. STEP 3: Press blue button. They were written by a man of science marketing a
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You no longer remember when I call. I picture my voice as a hand waving strident outside an opaque window, hope snatching at its ragged edges, while on the other end, you stand with the receiver to your ear, gazing at a dust mote just stirring in the slant of morning light across your kitchen table,
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