Attendant, you seek to exit this reality for one where nothing exists. In effect, you seek your own death, and now you’re angry with me for offering the very thing you cannot bring yourself to admit you want. If you want things to change, maybe first acknowledge this fact. Try being real with me now. More so, try being real with yourself. Why are you here? Read More
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
I walk to work and back every day, to North Seattle College. It’s a two-mile round-trip. Today, on my way home, as I approached the overpass at NE 92nd Street and I-5, I noticed someone there pacing back and forth. At first, I couldn’t tell whether the person was male or female. Soon enough I… Read More
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
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