Words, words, creators of worlds! The page, the page, it defines us still.Words that build and words that break. Funny things these are,these scribbles of language.The texts of life that we’re measured by. Words of gods and words of mortals,which prescribe action and belief,law and custom, right and wrong. Texts past and new, forever and … Continue reading To Write Without Responsibility
I stand at the boundary of my mind, the place marking a transition between conscious knowledge and subconscious belief. Frightening are the mind’s thin places, the boundaries where exterior facades fail and the true self emerges. The point at which memories become myths, thoughts lose their certainty, and images are incoherent. Within this clarity of … Continue reading Image at the Edge of Memory
I lie awake. Restless, unsettled, disturbed. My mind races at night’s darkest hour. Tonight marks the unwanted return of the unanswerable. I try to sleep. Apprehensive, tense, burdened. It comes without warning. Questions of the deepest sort announce an uneasy transition between sleep and wakefulness. Asking what shouldn’t be asked.Thinking what shouldn’t be thought.Imagining what … Continue reading Questions in the Night
Time departing toward the end of one history and the beginning of another. Or is it the same history, burdened to relive the momentum of actions past forever and ever? History, wandering aimlessly so, seeks relief from the end of all ends. “The end of history in the sense of the inner aim or the … Continue reading The End of History
is it that this next year is only next, the latest in a sequence of years, or that it’s just gotta replace the prior year, or it damn well better be different than last year? do we vote for different or replacing vs. embracingwhat came before? will this next new yearonly be new because it never … Continue reading what makes a year new or happy?