“Music for Six Percussionists and One Apartment” – Sounds of Noise
Retirement and the Neighbor’s Lawn
Hormone Train, All Aboard
I’m thinking soon to do a WP hiatus, six to twelve months, to work on a book of short stories. Here is one I’ll likely include; it’s first version is four or five years old, but I will do some minor polishing. I’d been thinking about the shitshow that dating has become in the web era, especially for young people who never experienced a purely un-virtual adolescence. Then… I had a strange dream that night, similar to this sci-fi lite tale, situated in the middle of the 2030s.
At Salamander Creek
In Some Other Marriage
Asking the Baker for Surgery
Suppose you were confused or just plain curious as to the reality of human free will. Where would be a reasonable starting point to look into this topic? And where would likely be a clusterfuck waste of your precious time?
Night’s Glandular Perspective
Whether tears, or bodily ointments presaging love spasms, or the subconscious life force wanting within saliva, the secretions of organic fluids “out of nothing” accompanying emotion is a deeply veiled mystery… Earth sublimating into Water.
Benevolent Virus
Music I’ve Loved : 6
Meditation On Chalk
There is a subtle distancing effect which our numerous online devices and other technologies foist upon our minds regarding the world of everyday objects. Left unchecked, we develop a disregard and disinterest in things and their nature, reflected in the disposable stance many ‘movers and shakers’ adopt towards articles of utility. But imagine if the surrounding world of objects could be reunited with their rightful depths of significance, qualities, and history! Suppose you had to think ONLY about a piece of chalk, to take a mundane example, for 10 full minutes. How difficult would it be, and what could be recovered?
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