Do you travel long, deep into the fall, to the same towns and the same strip malls? Do you take the same escalators and ride easy elevators? Are you circling the same tracks, trying to find your way back? Are you spinning in the same circle trying to break a cycle. Do you find that […]
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On to the next station
It has been quite some time since my experiences in this wild and wonderful world have led me to write of the preposterousness everyday life provides. This does not mean, that the awkward, bizarre, curious, eyebrow-raising, head-scratching buffonery has not occurred; merely, the degree of bewilderment I have experienced, has not propelled me towards the […]
The Waste (XI)
The next morning, the pumping mechanism in the pen was engaged by the villagers, and the inhabitants of the octagonal enclosure were encouraged by immaculate engineering, to revisit the seas from whence they had been captured. It took little time after Allamar’s edict of augmentation, for the unwed fishermen of the village to have docked […]
Bleach, and Sadness
There are those that enjoy the act of cleaning. There are others that do not. There are some that clean, daily, compulsively, and consistently. And there are others that regard it as a burdensome bore. Regardless in which class you place yourself, cleaning is a necessity. Whether approached with regularity, or abhorently, failure to disperse […]
Cattle Chute
The rubber circles rapidly rotate upon the road and the rhythmic whir of the tires, the soothing whoosh of the swiftly passing air by open windows, and the invigorating, insistent, pulsing notes from the rock anthem blasting through the high wattage stereo system, pull upward at the corners of the drivers mouth, shoot stars into […]
Second-Flight First-Crawl
I wonder what the caterpillar feels when it stops inching forward. I wonder what it is thinking, when it decides to stop chewing on leaves. I’m curious what is going on inside, when it begins to surround itself within a cocoon. It’s fascinating to ponder whether this tiny, awkward, slinking creature, realizes the impact of […]
Plumbing Depths
Give. The well is deep. Give. Though your eyes may weep. Give. The reservoir is full. Give. Though it may hurt your soul. Give. The reserves are plentiful. Give. Though you find your wallet resentful. Give. The cup runneth over. Give. Though thy world be asunder. Give. The seconds provide. Give. Though you feel out […]
No Rush
I’m not in a hurry. I’m not in a hurry. I’m not in a hurry. There’s no rush. I’m not in a hurry. I’m not in a hurry. I’ll take my time. I’m not in a hurry. It’s ok to be patient. I’m not in a hurry. I’m not in a hurry. I’m not in […]
$ for :) ? for ?
We live in a world in which we find it far easier to buy happiness, however temporary the moments of purchased bliss, instead of working hard, and earning our happiness, regardless of how gratifying and long-lasting that satisfaction may be. And we prefer it this way. Humbly yours, J
The Waste (X)
The villagers waited out the impossibly long pause in Allamar’s speech. The sun bore down on patient brows, its insistence drawing beads of perspiration from calm onlookers. After long seconds of intense stillness, breath barely noted among the close-pressed villagers, Allamar reached towards his own chest. The crowd drew in a tiny collective breath, as […]