Which saplings shall I choose to cut today?
They are unsightly
Tightly banded together
Like raucous schoolboys
And they block out the nice sun,
But I know all capable of producing mellifluous-scented blooms, one day.
So, which sapling shall I choose to cut, today?
Beauty is
The green
Mingled with
The brown
Latticed under
The shadows;
Rich underneath
The black
Supports above
The colored
Growing things
I see images of possibilities
past and present
mine and not mine
And wonder
If I will ever see
another chance
to be happy
Remember the days when you could get by
without even hardly scrubbing
mostly just a rinse
that would do
Days now it seems we always got to
scrub, scrub, scrub
and even after laying them out to dry
we still see spots
If you listen to the universe,
You can hear it breathing.
Not expanding, nor contracting,
But in a superposition of the two; Continue reading “An inverse torus.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything for Bones, so here’s a snippet from an unreleased chapter. Enjoy.
After dropping Jackie at school, Jim reluctantly made one last trip to his own campus, just to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. At least he didn’t have to fight for a parking space this time.
Over the last four weeks of classes, Jim failed his students on a daily basis— and not in the sense he was accustomed to failing them. He enjoyed that, mostly. This, he didn’t. Each lecture was a dreaded exercise in neuroses, as he was unceasingly conscientious that each time his muscles moved his mouth, the bone in his jaw was simply abiding. Every time his finger pointed at a map, he saw that foreign soil interrupted by the bony penetrator. The door to his office no longer kept open, and he avoided advertising how often and long he actually was in there. He didn’t have many hiding spots after he’d surrendered the apartment lease.
Through the roar of the flames and over the din of the world beyond them, someone was crying. This time, he was sure of it. Continue reading “Why We Must Burn”
Race On, Heart; you mustn’t wait.
Close on your heels, pain chases.
Never rest – living lies patient to catch you late.
Waste not a moment; fill each and every
With Ecstasy, self-Importance, and Belonging.
Have you done enough today? Enough –
In the morning you’ll fear it wasn’t:
Fear the day before wasted as the day ahead
As the life of days before, each of which
Won’t be among the number that remain.
Race On, Heart; and fuel your feet
With Candy, Cocaine, Caffeine,
Dopamine, Epinephrine, Amphetamine.
Stand as a boy on the prow of some ship,
Your daring face thrust into salt and spray.
Sail this image swiftly, outride truth:
That the strain grows rough and rougher,
While your sails are steadily becalming,
For behind the image, you are an old heart.
Race On, Heart, ahead of sleep
And its restive embrace, for rest is Idleness
And Laziness, a thieving Prison of waking needs.
And in the depths of that cell, worse awaits:
Recollections, Regrets, self-Evaluation,
And the cruelty and disappointment of dreams.
Or laying upon the covers, lest yourself find
– a moment of weakness – in the twilight of your mind
Your lonely lips searching for hers in the dark.
The black waters were deceptively calm. Occasionally, ivory tinsel would betray the crest of an ebony swell. Aside from those, there were no other disturbances as far as the eye could see. As peaceful as it appeared, the Sea of Japan was cold enough to kill in February. Kimura Kotsuko was depending on it. Continue reading “Bones: Arc Two Preview”
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