~Part Two~ You look up at the stars. You attempt to orient yourself by them, because you have that vague idea the stars are formed into figures called constellations, but you then realize you don’t know enough about these constellations to chart any kind of course. Then another thought comes, and you stop thinking ofContinue reading “Back on Earth”
~Part One~ There is a bright light. Then, everything else, all at once. The stars and the trees, and the grass. You know it is night, and you are standing in the middle of a country field. You don’t know how you know this, but you do. You look down at your hands. You knowContinue reading “Back on Earth”
Alien and somewhat wrong it seems that such an activity, that is the creative expression from mind to hand and hand to pen and pen to ink and ink to paper and ink on paper to eye and back again to mind in endless cycle, should feel out of place in a setting such asContinue reading “mind of an idle body in a landscape alive with motion”
The ocean waves, that is the rhythmic undulations emitted ceaselessly from the rich void out there and beneath us in the earth and the weather from above, gently yet unyielding, roll over the back of the large stone three-quarters submerged at the water’s edge in a distinctive V-pattern, and such a pattern takes lasting shapeContinue reading “my brother the stone”
I don’t ask for these thoughts, these realizations, or as I call them, revelations. I’m like a philosopher a thinker a life-force drinker and life-line linker tinkering and toiling thru blood left boiling after tragedy, sad to see the world’s worse metaphors become reality. I’ll just be minding my own mind spending time bending linesContinue reading “how did you come up with that?”
The Pacific Ocean apes the face of the moon in size unfathomable to minds as mine likewise effect which upon time untold unites the men and women in kind. Through we, the people, the city, the ghosts, our bloodshed, orgasms, soft drinks and me, through us all the moon is constant, remaining subject for world’sContinue reading “constant”
The rats become more than just pets alone but an analogy for the human experience, and I become nothing more than a caged animal continuing to bang my head against walls both real and immaterial as the very scent of far-off lands morphs into the most enticing thing in the world and a part ofContinue reading “the rats and I”
This heat, this glow, it blasts through the glass upon my skin and for a moment I feel enriched by it the way a plant would, but soon I realize the sun only exists because I willed it to and so the heat and the light is mine and I am to blame for itContinue reading “owning this day”
Morning broke again this day, with gusto born of a by-gone time whose influence has seeped through the veins of eons past to touch our lives even today and reach beyond, farther still, to mark our stage long before we make our entrance thereupon.
Though little could we accomplish with our delusional visions of quarry yet un-manifest and idealistic reality far from actualized, the desire to press on into horizons unknown and hazards unseen gnawed at us like some virulent pest begging prostrate for extermination.