If there is nothing between any two given bodies in space,then what is it that holds the two bodies apart? If there is nothing to separate me from you,then why should we ever live our lives as two? The emptiness that warrants the illusion of distance must not be real, therefore: Distance is a dream,aContinue reading “The Flowing”
In the near future, in a typical office of a typical office building, in a typical downtown of a typical major city—two men sit talking. A large window on one wall extends from floor to ceiling so that pedestrians can be seen going about their daily routines. The first man appears to be in hisContinue reading “The Advocate and the Attendant”
Dreams of my body sprouting wings of fire, comeon waves of sound, drifting between production and perception, leavingvacant trails of surface meaning, quiescingeternally, 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,Continue reading “Nirvana Recompense”
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 wentContinue reading “Tyco Flow”
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 typicalContinue reading “The Advocate and the Authority”
She was something other, an unrighteousness of being, an unwitting representative of a hidden paradigm, a child born again – she was Naiveté.
Some creative writing from my updated blog, donotgoquietly.com.
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.