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The day was like tomorrow. The day is like yesterday. A day. Or so it seems. M.J. Jones chuckles. He’d read that someplace. Perhaps in a dream. Or in a poem. Like there’s a difference. Alone, he sits. The diner, empty. His attention on the menu. For the thousandth and one time. He resists the — read more

As an afternoon longs briefly over a City boulevard where the cold rain, which recently fell, clears, and the lingering last drops splatter on unfurled umbrellas with a “splat, splat,” Mister Charles “Lighthouse” Woolseeker stands at the Newspaper Stand. A man (the name of who he fails to remember) stands behind the counter on which — read more

It’s mid Summer. Of a morning twilight murky. A cut in time. And there in the murk just beyond the back gate, the Shadowlands. Just visible in a morning of twilight murky. Soon, sun rise. The Gorgon withdraws. The shadows yet to form themselves into reality. For the coming long warm day. Hidden in the — read more

A single Dragonfly, buckles. A single drop of rain, buckles. Humanity? Asunder before the Void. Rain marches in. Not on cat’s paws. The motion, set. The stage, set. And what of it? Time shifts, stretches. Lengthens. So much so the Snow Cones of your youth make sense. As does love’s first kiss as the two — read more

“On the other side of Absurdity, there’s Surdity.” — someone Ingress into Z-Space complete, Major Knight throttles back the eggplant-shaped rocketship’s Fold Engine. He steers the rocketship, his hands at the ten-n-ten, his mind also there, yet not. Recently, Dulcinea had announced “Astronauting is hard” over a tall cold glass of Cervantes, the two of — read more

Penelope in Ithica after inviting the Lotus Eaters for a Girl’s Night, less Trojans. Not a night of a thousand ship launches for sure! And she and the crewe set upon ‘tieing’ Gideon’s Knot, a knot of lesser tie, lesser notoriety, but a knot none the less. All the while, Arrows swift, occasionally. But sitting — read more

On a Day when Blimps trace the sky, going here and there and resplendent with Purpose and Meaning like when Mercury and Hephaestus drank too much wine and the Universe sighed And the Dirigible carries the Essence (so some say!) — read more

There’s nothing like a tall glass of refreshing Water and, as I’m an Aquarius and the son of a Groundwater Hydrologist, one might say I have wet genes, which I vividly remember trying to get back on when I was young and the season was summer and it was a Lost Afternoon after skinny dippy — read more

When I informed her I’m into Cantilevers, she told me I was “naughty,” but added that she once won a Limbo Tournament. I could not help but be interested, i.m.h.o. — read more