Category: Nature

  • It's hot today, but you always did like a good soak in the sun. It's been a year since I was able to scratch your chin and tell you it was too early for supper. We can feel you roam about the house, taking head count as you move from room to room so no…

  • Lula drowned in the summer sun. Her features faded under golden molten rays of light. Her brain turned into sticky sweet tar. Lula's power to project an essence of innocence melted like fat off her bones and splish-splattered down the storm drain. Lula stood exposed, worse than naked even. Her fanbase saw for the very…

  • The third act fell flat.Damn that lazy dream sequence!Sequins hide loose ends.

  • Brandi never wanted to travel that meandering middleroad, where life shrinks and grows and folds in on itself to reveal the early-warning signs of wrinkles and wisdom. Only fresh starts and big payoffs would do. Brandi hated the thought that her life could be reduced to a monotonous crawl of sameness from day to day…

  •   My side of the tale?I am skinny and quick, bitch.Stew in your own juice.

  • A cool down is now required. This has been one hot afternoon of dog-on-rabbit torment as the squeeze-through portions of the backyard fence have been patrolled most fervently. No animals have been harmed in today's chase, but I can't put a leash on instinct. Nature looks on while I play it safe and mend my…

  • It seems as though the puller of strings and the maestro of messing with heads is at it again. Never one to show his work, the Old Unknowable has led me back to the path from which I ran not so very long ago. I thought I got a jump on the Big Blankness, but…

  • I don't wear a watch. Easy enough to get around without one. Besides, I don't trust a measurement of time that does not leave a twinge in my belly or an ache in my bones. My local crone told me it's a much wiser move to keep pace with cycles. "Somethin' worth the wait can't…

  •   Break the illusion + Contradict the ignorance =Change the perception

  •   a breakthrough at 22completely forgotten by 60the work, at the time, was truetrue to an ideal that never quite fitbut tenacity was the whole point of itkeep rewinding those spools of thoughtuntil an answer breaks through the membranein random perspectives and cloudy horizonsabsolute mastery of nothing awaitssweetly we shall slip into non-existenceand rejoice in…