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 […]
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Mirror
The only wisdom you’ll find in me is from my writing, yet that is but a reflection of your own inner wisdom. Call me Mirror. Ask me your questions. I’ll give you my answers. My answers may not fit you […]
Drawn Breath
The drawn breath of one so loved. Last taken. Stolen on a kiss from a serpent’s tongue. Seen only by eyes knowing the strands of eternity, it sits coiled in a jar, stoppered and sealed in wax bearing the mark […]
What Exists?
It’s so strange to think. Period. Spontaneously generated sounds and images and words floating in the darkness of our mind. Singing in the space between synapses. Fire lighting the corners of imagination illuminating worlds wholly divorce from the collectively agreed […]
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. […]
Victor
Victor had a Castle in the sky. Every day he liked to throw stones at those below. And for each stone he threw, they threw two more. Until Victor had a Castle in the sky no more. -j.e. pittman
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. […]
Third Time’s a Charm – Ch. 13-15
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