Birthday Girl
Today is my birthday. Not just any old odd-numbered anniversary mind, but the centenary. The big 100. Traditional congratulatory letter from the Queen…
Today is my birthday. Not just any old odd-numbered anniversary mind, but the centenary. The big 100. Traditional congratulatory letter from the Queen…
I see the birds. They swoop in gentle arcs, all grace and streamlined elegance. In flight their voices remain mute. Once nestled on a rooftop here or a hesco…
The silence got to me first. The darkness was nothing new. Space was dark, only punctate illuminations at an infinite distance. I rather liked that. The…
“Hey dork, it’s 2 in the afternoon. Why are you in a sleeping bag?” “Nuh-uh, it’s a submarine. I call it The Big Adventure.” “Big adventure, huh, in the middle…
Call me crazy Call me smart Call me fun Or just a waste But as I dance in tears from a dark gray sky My heart beats faster than a drum Faster than the wisps…
I *PILOT* my *FEAR* from *EARTH* to *MARS*, I hurtle through *SPACE* at the *SPEED* of *LIGHT* *SOCIETY* may *CALL* to me from afar; But I *RUN* through…
*Test* your powers of imagination further, traveler. It doesn’t matter that you’re an apparition of my imagination now, settle down. Stay. I’ve no one else to…
*Comedy* often makes us laugh, if it is done well. Curiously, so does a jolt of sudden fear, if it turns out that the shock was needless and especially if we…
*Mars* is said to be where men come from; Venus, where women come from. I don’t know where the others are supposed to come from. People refer to men and women…
*Isolation* lingers by me. I’m in a glass booth, surrounded by telephones. At least one of them begins ringing every 40 seconds or so. Sometimes many ring at…
A pilot’s life doesn’t have many constants. It’s a lonely life; always flying from one place to another,but never stopping long enough to have real…
CALL PROGRAM; BUYING TIME *Processing...* Image; >static frame >>grassy knoll >>>lofty trees encircle Father’s arm; >outstretched Flying disk; >hanging >>in…
Blaise had died a year ago today. And it was all her fault, she told herself. After his death, she became a new person, a mere shell of the bold, outgoing girl…
Call me Old fashioned Melancholic Traditionalist Life is a soup Time flowing flowing flowing down down Caught in the current Awash in chronology We thrash bash…
CALL 1-888-BUY-TIME A static frame displays a grassy knoll encircled by lofty trees; a father with outstretched arms, a flying disk hanging in midair, a…
I am the *daughter* of a *society* on *Mars*. We live in *isolation*, fighting our way out of this dark *hole*, void of *Earth’s* *poetic* *technology*, such…
I often find the word space humorous, because after all, we are all in space. There is a space between this chair here and that door. There is space for more…
Sometimes, the doctors that watch over me (sometimes from far, sometimes nearby) send me into the room in the corner. You know, the one with the padded walls…
Dear Sis, _I know that I said I wouldn’t write again unless I was getting ready to do something drastic. Guess what? That time is now. I’ve had it with the…
I awoke from my slumber. My cellular device convulsed wildly atop the granite counter. It purred and hummed, flopping like a dying fish on an ivory dock. A…