Day Thirty-Four – The Mysterious Flamingo of the Tundra

They say space ruins relationships. I believe it. I’m not talking about personal space, even though they might be. I don’t mean that his demand for guy time away from her coupon clipping is the spark or spur to the inevitable divide. I don’t suggest that two people perpetually intertwined for twenty-four hours out of … Continue reading Day Thirty-Four – The Mysterious Flamingo of the Tundra

Whens and Wheres You Thought You Were, and Whys and Whats You Weren’t

Attention. Jasmine wasn’t listening. While you were plugging insanity to the room, this tart galloped to T. Ragsdale’s hippie barbeque fest down the hall. That’s it – play with the fringe of last year jeans that you haven’t washed in weeks. Look down into the red plastic cup and pretend the gnat drowning is not … Continue reading Whens and Wheres You Thought You Were, and Whys and Whats You Weren’t

Entropy

There is no wind blowing – dead leaves rejoice. Perspective and position, what is seen and what is felt, as the self is situated in the press of the universe surrounding, are illusions. Is the universe pressing in on the boundaries of who I believe myself to be? Or am I pushing out from singularity … Continue reading Entropy