Princey ran from bush to post to curb to hydrant and it was fun to try and keep up with him. I decided I’d let him go anywhere he wanted, just like if he was really free, maybe he’d take me on an adventure, we’d get lost together and have to struggle through the elements [...]
Granny Glenda didn’t like it when my mom dumped me at her house just because she wanted to go ‘cavorting’ with her friends. I didn’t know what ‘cavorting’ meant so, suspecting something evil and malignant, I looked it up in the dictionary and it meant ‘to play’. I used it in a comic I wrote [...]
In 1981, Ricky Ray Rector asked the prison guards not to remove the dishes from his last supper, because he would want his dessert when he returned. Not comprehending the full extent of his punishment, Ricky was executed by lethal injection. Would you execute a convict who cannot establish the difference between reality and fantasy? [...]
Broken fire-red fingers
claw to a distantly fading morning –
the desperate scramble
to escape a crumbling ruin:
Night.
A vacuous event horizon,
exponential in pointing to collapse –
that critical moment
of an in-folding probability:
Black.
Hawks propose plausible flights of fancy
until their negation by uproarious hunter shouts –
their lofty tangents
crashing under gravity’s wrath:
Dead.
Earthbound on a spiral string
the final turbulent moments expand into chaos [...]
… this is not a short story, poem or lyrics submission… this is a rant, so block your eyes and ears!
When I was working on my nutty, unreadable, sci-fi novel, one of the sections of my book was titled “Abacus Theory.” WTF does that even mean you may be wondering right about now…
Well, let’s [...]
