Misplaced
I didn’t lose consciousness so much as misplace it. It was by choice of course… at first.Then it began slipping and sliding of it’s own volition. I figured I’d go with it for a little while. See where it took […]
sensory piece
Daydream
Daydream and days to dream. Days lost to wonder. Days left, I wonder. Where the time has gone, to thought, I wander the streets of my dreams. In that place between wake and sleep where visions fill your eyes, superseding […]
Seen
Have you ever yet seen the stars glow at night in your childhood bedroom sky? Does it still, some thirty years later. What stars shine bright, what constellations – imagined in your youth – can you see still, lying there. […]
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The Star
The Star by which I am guided to my death came to me in a dream. A maddening dream. The sort of dream indistinguishable from reality yet only exists in the moment unburdened by memory or expectation. All the day […]
I’m Not So Sure
Cold sweat. Awake. Reality? The world snaps back into focus. Vision spotted with holes through which you glimpse the fading images of dream(?). Fainter and fainter, the holes close as you try in vain to peer through. Snippets you see. […]
Watching Me Sleep
The monster watched slumly from the foot of the bed, jaws dripping with the green ichor squirting out of the Blume-Sprite it snapped from his dream. A dream unkind to his mind. A nightmare if such things really existed – […]
Stillness
Ruddy and rutting, the beast enraged, gouges the hills and banks in pursuit of you. You who foolishly stumbled upon the Surloch engaged in a mating dance. Here there be monsters, the map had said, but that could not be. […]
Midday
Midday. I find myself wondering how to break into people’s consciousnesses. To insert myself into their brains. Hack them. Step around the noise of everyday life so that in their moments of peace they think of me. Of my work. […]
To Whit
Outliers. People or places rarely connected to anything but themselves. Outside the norm, extraordinary in some way, unfathomable to the rest. They operate in their own sphere of influence, connected or disconnected to others in ways only known to them. […]