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.
Tuesday morning. Nearing nine. Pencil to paper. Dotting an i. Turning abruptly towards my office window. NYC engulfed in shadow below. A winged giant has come to weave a tale. I place my hand upon the glass as if to signal the approaching maiden. 470 miles per hour, coming right for me, then halt. 100Continue reading “Valkyria”
Part I Breathing heavycold rain comingtrying to light a cigaretteas if it were the only thingto save me headlights come and gopass by on waves of godi have been here beforeand the message is no lessloud and clear inhale at the guardraillos angeles in the distancecoming for me––a million or more specks of lightdeparting fromContinue reading “Los Angeles after midnight”
A bit of prose.
What was real had long since been established, had long since been ravished by other worlds, concepts, ideas, by proud suits blazing trails, sharing thoughts perceived divine, suggesting no other way but to move, blind, through this reality with no other means but “mine.” Let daylight expose the soul anew, and in such light instillContinue reading “The wont and the glow”