Dreams of my body sprouting wings of fire, come on waves of sound, drifting between production and perception, leaving vacant trails of surface meaning, quiescing eternally, burning, maternal, she… dove.
Between the ones and zeros, lingering within a yellowing sort of cellophane haze, a whole number is born, expanding horizons, colliding, smashing into particles of thought, tells a story: between here and there exists a place, a certain locale – a state of mind, a kind of blind metaphor for peace, an abstraction of space,… Read More
Have not answers, but love.
I’d found flow with nowhere to go, so I settled in and rocked the tyco, while the stasis field psycho played mellotronic the sound of my youth a sound so suddenly minor like the reverberation of a kiss I’d missed a kind of gliding, a lilting, a sort of null, an empty lull that went… Read More
good bad nor mediocre gay straight nor any other a liberal conservative nor moderate, brother sister wife husband mother be not labeled nor determined ever for, you are no thing you are nothing you are you, aren’t you?
Author’s note: This is the second dialogue of the Advocate Dialogues. The first, The Advocate and the Attendant, need not be read in order to follow this one, however, there are a few minor references to that particular piece. Setting: The near future. A typical office, in a typical office building, in a typical downtown, of any typical… Read More
She was something other, an unrighteousness of being, an unwitting representative of a hidden paradigm, a child born again – she was Naiveté. Read More
You have sought to exit this reality for one where no one and nothing exists. In effect, you have sought your own death, and now you are angry with me for offering the very thing you cannot bring yourself to admit to actually wanting? If you want things to change, you might ought to first own up to this fact. Try being real with me now. Tell me the truth! Read More
And all at once I exist. And I’m something more than another’s means to an end. Read More
The 737 ripped in half. Or into thirds or fourths, I can’t be sure. Regardless, it came apart at aisle 17, just two rows in front of mine. And now I’m falling. Read More