Uncertain and quiet, I still just don’t know. Lately I feel like I have no authority to be espousing my opinion on the internet, to post blogs, or even to write privately because I feel contaminated. A deep-seated feeling of perpetuating something that’s not genuine. Of creating something that’s not bore of myself but merely …
5 Zerian slipped out the back alley and into the throngs of mercantile shoppers and shopkeeps, many of whom were milling about during midday meals. He was nervous, but it didn’t deter him. It needed to be done, no matter what his mother had warned him. Stay away from the Body Readers. They will not …
What is ‘time?’ Why do we perceive it linearly, when science tells us this is an illusion? And what does sleep and space travel have to do with it?
Where am I? I whisper into the night. Why am I here, in this place, at this time? I wring my hands and crack my neck and stay worried all the same. Nothing feels grounded, nothing feels right about this place, this ephemera – this ME. The constant swirl of dogma. The constant berating threads from …
Wispy grey willows Hang down from the stars Ready to reclaim what Once was now ours Reaching and grasping Down to our Earth Whispering shadows Of darkness and mirth Enact into truth Pushed out into light We feel that something Just isn't quite right Blessed to our people We shake these lies down And no …
“I’ve been here before,” she whispered under her breath. She stepped through the rocks and moss and cushiony undergrowth carefully. The trees were gallant and tall. Birds chirped from far away and sunlight glittered through canopy cracks, trickling down to reach the dead leaves and rotting trees below. Familiar and foreign, the landscape seemed to …
Enshrined Entombed Inside the womb I sputter and break the spell It’s hard to say It’s hard to stray But I’ll try my damnedest to dwell Outside my thoughts Inside the swell Of Being’s greater good To practice To be To strictly not need To stratify all that I could I seek to wonder, I …
3 “There was a story I heard one time,” Bess began, “about a grey-haloed woman who should’ve but shan’t.” Bess’s favorite story. Again. Bess had some favorite sayings and creative stories, but none as strange and nonsensical as the story of the ‘Doorway Witch.’ She recounted it a lot, and always took the performance very seriously. …
Warpaint on ruins and Sliding the scales This is the reason We’re riding the rails We skim and we poke That which we see And we’ll wither and soak Right into the sea That is the path we can Choose or reject I just wish we could know this Before hitting 'Eject'
2 Zerian grumbled. The hot sunlight was creaking its way into his eyelids, and he couldn’t fight it anymore. He felt so sore and exhausted. He wasn’t sleeping well lately. He rolled out of his lumpy bed and onto the rug to stretch. He glanced around at his little apartment above the shop. He stood and …
