A comedic surrealist flash fiction I wrote for the April 2024 contest for the Writers’ Mill writing group. The genesis of the idea was a friend’s sharing of a Reddit post about the function of photons in quantum physics. I had fun with this one. The wind warbled through the plaza of the New New […]
Read More Bigger Than His BiteSelf condemnation, standing at the edge of a lake, he whispers, into the mist, “Take me tomorrow. Let me starve today.” The disease inherent calls forth his injuries; wounds yet healed and forgotten in his heart’s distractions. He sways and shifts: standing in the roar of the Mass Mind, fearing the end of the world. […]
Read More The Disease InherentThis is a flash fiction piece I wrote for a recent contest with the local writers group called The Writers’ Mill on the topic of “Euphoria.” I incorporated the themes of recovery and creativity, and artistic expression being the real drug. Kevin Jenkins pulled the prongs from the nape of his neck. He felt alive. […]
Read More The Art of Machine LearningHere I wait for the future to afford me all the dreams and destiny I call forth. Oh lord, hear my pleas I so long to stop being a sick man To breathe into the loss To keep finding myself lost. Now here I am waiting for your special magic, so that I may not […]
Read More The Sweeter Windsput my love into the heat i will not welcome your defeat. scurry to your northern corners give me my soft love unawakened in southern skies your words won’t wound or keep me from this bliss prolonged delayed understated here i am to defeat you. so come, inside judge, give me your commandments, lay down […]
Read More Apocalypse MirageIt was these reckless spinsthat put him in a daze.He could no more feel his eyesthen the reverberationsof his soulpulsating,devastating the rhythms in his chest. Scramble these eggs,scribble these letters.Catapult these fine linesback into his sinuses,making him whole,for the urgency of thisimpulsive moment. Then the drop,a legacy lost.Friends fled,contracts ended,a wife in the distance.Now in […]
Read More A Fevered Chronic PleaI recently went to a local Buddhist event in which the teacher spoke of how, if you ask ten people if they want peace, nine of the ten would say they desire it. Yet, we live in a world rife with conflict, where many people distrust or are even frightened of one another, in large […]
Read More The Responsibility of Relinquishing Modern DreadI spent most of 2006 trying to get back to one moment. That moment came in April of that year when I was up all night reading Be Here Now by Ram Dass and smoking copious amounts of marijuana, completely engrossed by the content of the book and feeling myself rise out of my small […]
Read More Sankofa, the Fetching of Original Consciousness, and the Wisdom of AddictionThis is a flash fiction piece for which I won first place in the Writer’s Mill July online monthly contest with the prompt, “I thought my generation was very lucky until…” I had a lot of fun with it, deciding to come at it with a sympathetic view toward the Baby Boomer generation on which […]
Read More Undivided (flash fiction)She came to me as a diseased memory, softly held at the edges of spacetime. She was everywhere, yet nowhere, something unseen in the brilliance of the Grand Central Sun. Here I stand, shaken, shaking off the ashes of my yesterday death. We were always meant to meet Now, at this great pinpoint, a short […]
Read More A Memory Cured
Clay The Scribe 