Surreal

Soul Circles

The sun was setting. They had reached a stretch of desert. She wasn’t familiar with any deserts in the area. Groups of people were gathered in circles across the stretch as several black cars dotted their outlines. Some looked to be around her age. Older ones seemed to stay close to the cars. "Excuse me?" she asked a woman with long grey bushy hair. "How do I get to-" "Follow your instructors kid and join one o' the circles," the raspy voice said as the woman lit up another cigarette.

Anyway, plagiarism

People only see what you want them to see, that's the problem with psychosis you are convinced that people see what you don't want them to see, it's...

Anyway

Remembering now, after thirty years of antipsychotic medication and finally being well enough not to need it.How I stood in Sarah's mothers allotment...

My Anthem.

Around March and April this year a lot of us, didn’t know how it was going to end. The fear of tomorrow, let alone the following week was uncertain,...

Somewhere Faraway

Down narrow footpaths, ruffled feathered birds leave behind flint covered trails and brushwood, they choose to venture for a time inquisitive desires...

Mahoney's Office

I was shocked if not surprised at the death of Mahoney. I learned about it last week. The last time I saw him, he didn't look good although he was always too closely resembling (in his own words) either a "young Peter Lorre or an old Orson Welles". One thing he had was a hand that was perfect for holding a glass of beer no matter what size. We used to drink together when we were young and have the most confounding of conversations which always made sense to us but were threatening/infuriating/hilarious to others. I dug his massive vocabulary and he dug mine. We didn't get a chance to use them as much as we would have liked, so when we got together, we jazzed it up. We often talked of baked otters and black out shades and redundant ethnic quips. I've been trying for the last couple of days to write something about Mahoney when I came to inspiration point and tried to imagine the kind of conversation/ observation/dissertationwe would have shared on the available topic had we had another chance to kick it around and chop it up. I'm gonna name this "piece" Mahoney's Office after him and bid my bud adieu.

Personal Communion From The Sides Of The Virus Ridden World

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On the other side of the world Kimono communicates with friends and admirers in other parts of the world, while the virus ravages the world and makes it too dangerous to meet in person.

Bad Writing Chapter 3

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Bad Writing Chapter 3 The specter’s glowing yellow eyes glared at Harry. Its hollow voice boomed. “YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE!” Harry Dingus tossed the...

One Degree Higher

One degree higher, it would’ve felt like another Summers’ day. One degree lower, it would’ve felt like a colder Summers’ day. But on the degree on...

Disenchantment 17

***** Hornblende was looking at the actual maps from the county, for the storm drain systems, as he could not find them online. Real paper maps. As...