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The Impossible Lack of Ability to Comprehend “Where is the end of it, the soundless wailing…” — T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets, The Dry Savages, line 49 I do not know much of God. For what I know is infinitesimal. For all my arguing and listening, I know less still. And in stillness is both the impossible urge to know and the impossible lack of ability to understand. It loosens […]

Waking Up in Strange Places I’d been hacking away for two days on a new story about a girl with the moon over her shoulder, the words shooting out like a dream but the ending wouldn’t come, it just…wouldn’t. I grabbed the laptop and headed to the corner bar where Ashley poured me a Shocktop fed me a sandwich, chatted, eventually accepted my bill, and when she turned to make […]

Lucidity One of you I willed into existence: as though piecing together a dream— mystery becoming science.   The other simply appeared: pink lines like sun on the horizon— a lazy afternoon, startled.   It doesn’t matter which is which. Like sunsets or dreams, you both travel beyond my mind’s grasp: too much   beauty for me to capture, or retain. Creation is an artist; a mother bears its miracles: […]

Future Breathing Once upon a time, we thought our bodies had outlines. We thought that one heart was distinct from the next. We thought that touch was the only connection.   There is nothing between us now. The distant past of disconnection no longer contains the human spirit. Thoughts, words, actions – float just above the earth walkers. Now we are truly one.   Blue-white chords – strands that link […]