Before before

The memories of before.

Before, not history, well yes history but not historical these memories no monuments erected ever will be.

None, no one wants these memories.

Nightmares — arrive

Nightmares, told they would arrive would visit would absolutely return yet fell asleep went to bed towards pulled them, turned back, sheets cool to touch touch my body body cloaked in layers more than just flannel muslin sheets blanket thin wool from Africa basking dozing in warmth warming…

Unconstrained thinking

My thoughts are unconstrained. Once freed from the world that insists they wander lost focus lost topics lost in ways that are difficult to reconcile with what is and what came before.

Babble/Babel

What was first?

Who spoke 1st Adam or Eve or did neither speak until spoken to? If spoken to how did they know what was speaking? If spoken to how heard how felt ears mind ‘soul’ how to know? If before words, there was a before, how could Adam or Eve know, when words…

I am ill, again, formatted.

Since childhood, a story goes, I have been confronted
by a body that does not seem especially keen on being
alive. Every year too often it, not I, tries to give
up.
I will wake unable to breathe, my limbs contorted fro
zen my mouth wishing to scream no scream is heard out
side…

What comes next

flawed but true

We’ve passed the point of no return no longer any chance of homeward bound. The ship has passed into a void the gap between ‘our’ system and the next.

Next won’t be soon yet soon enough. We are between and it’s not nothing, close…

Lost in Space

I am alone
I am alone
All alone here
Am I even alive?
Why do I think or how, how do I know I think or how do I know I’m alone?
Hello?
No answer, it’s dark, do I have eyes to see the darkness, how do I know dark from light? What is light what are eyes?
How does one know they are alive?
Am I awake? I…

The reader

He read amused. You could not have known. The shape of his lips seemed more a snarl than a smile or even a smirk.

His well tended hands gently turned the pages. Some pages he scanned, perhaps illustrations, others he read slowly, often flicking his tongue between his lips as though…

Smelling really badly

He sank down into a squat or crouch that you see in photos of poverty or disasters in third world countries.

His head sank below his knees, looking for relief from it, he realized that either he chose, perhaps instinctively?, a Spot previously visited by another…

Nothing is simple

Then everything is simple. You are to die, it’s simple.
But why? What have I done to you?
Nothing that’s why it’s simple. There is absolutely no connection between us, no rancor, no struggle — well, there was a bit but you were easily, too easily subdued. Perhaps you were expecting?
NO, I have no…