Monthly Archives: March 2014

Old. Shoe. Day.

Beach. Squall. Hail.
Dogs. Rain. Decamp.

Cabin. Fire. Smug.
Wine. Scrabble. Connive.

Night. Wind. Sound.
Fluid. Myths. Embark.

Religion as Software

Each religion is a kind of software that has its own set of signals and will work.

–Joseph Campbell

A Hat That Sheds Light

The long necked lady
In the Modigliani painting

never waters the orchids
In her summer greenhouse

they only need drink
from her shy smile

Burning Man

Beneath the art car
covered with a thousand used CDs

radiant in the desert
like a trailer trash pope mobile

a single sand beetle
walks between the downpours

How Do You Lose a Whole Airplane Full of People?

Here’s how.

Track them with eighty year old radar technology instead of by GPS. Leave the beacon path and the plane might as well not exist.

Every time you put a loved one on a transcontinental plane, remember that. It is the greed of the airlines and their political weight that keeps us only a step ahead of Amelia Earhart.

If everyone who needed to fly to a different continent decided their life was worth more and cancelled their plans until this changed, this travesty would go away in two years.

For those with relatives on Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370, my heart goes out to you.

For the rest of us, we could change this.

The Corona Diaries – a Short Short Story

Kathilda watched the needle move into position to penetrate her eyeball. She knew she had to be awake for the procedure. There was no other way. The millions of nanoparticle antennae being injected into her ocular fluid had to be linked with the brain chip and monitored during injection to avoid over treatment. The margin was very narrow: too little and no x-ray or gamma ray vision. Too much and she was blind with no way back.

“No. Wait!”

“We told you everybody reaches this stage. You have to push through it.”

“Fuck you, I want out. Now!”

As she watched the needle retract into the cage at the end of the machine’s robotic arm, Kathilda began to see new shapes shimmer into being in the operating room. The medical devices and monitors all appeared normal but pale shadows inside the bodies of the nurses and her surgeon began to surface.

“Oh. My. God.”

“What is happening, Kathilda?”

“I can see your brain. It’s beautiful!”

A slivery, white sea creature swam inside the head of Dr. Mathers. It moved with her, coral-like in its innocent majesty.

“You asshole! You did it anyway!”

“The human mind cannot accept this type of bodily insult while it happens so we have to time shift you. The procedure happened while you believed you were living in the world of thirty seconds earlier. The brain chip does the time shift and also the jump ahead after its over.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because if the mind knows ahead of time, it somehow compensates. We aren’t sure how.”

As Kathilda rubbed her sore neck she noticed, beneath the all-business demeanor, Dr. Mathers was hiding something. Kathilda could make out the soft outlines of breast implants beneath Dr. Mathers surgical scrubs. This new world would take some getting used to.

The Well

Shouting
down the well

I heard a grey
crease of memory-

an older self
saying never mind.