Shimmying Notes on Astral Undercurrents


|illustration above by Shaun Lawton|in collaboration with AI
Below you'll see some of my latest story excerpts & poems. ATLANTIS was typed out early this morning, and because its her birthday today, I dedicate it to my dear friend Melissa Wright. Mirrordrowning was conceived and executed by fingertips across the face of a plastic keyboard not that long ago really, springing forth from my rapidly calculating mind. The history of legend just went up in April. Halo of Stones went up an incremental segment of time before that. Below that one, more random writings of mine. Keep scrolling. Welcome to a remote corner of my Blogdom of Thorns.

Have you ever felt as if you have been placed alongside a row of copies? That you are just a navel gazing reflection? Try not to get the feeling that you as a duplicate yourself are not the right selection. That sensation is just a misdirection. It's okay; turns out there is no right and wrong after all. That's the basis of our rational anthem. Feel free to fall in and stay, or explore the various hidden hyperlinks you may stumble upon throughout this cyber-vicinity. Then begone upon your wildest trip. Don't let the mouse clicks you left behind allow you to slip.

Thursday, April 14, 2022

Curtains of Division

  


 When the bitter ending lights out of the draperies that hang in a shroud
 breaking from distributions with a disunion of detachment 
in putrefaction and fragmentation of demoralization's dissolution 
from the centralization of hope and our disintegration's will part of 
selection and choice when it comes to a favorite natural preference 
like when discretion demands 'a cup of tea' then what's the point 
of having catalogued the reference to shadows creeping along 
the well hidden walls in the umbrage of the folds of power when
amid the hanging curtains of division in deference we may begin again?

 




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