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Dreamt in Pajama Vision™️, going forth to a wide pseudo-Tropical Beach studded with electric palms and a drinks trolley loaded with libations of a non-saccharin nature, and the physicality of this place beckoned thoughts of a Pristine Nature, and running naked in the surf at night with Annabelle Lee. — read more

We always were considered to be “the Children of the Field of Large Onions” as is our Nature, and a title which we wear with great pride, even as our Reality bends and, especially, that infamous night when we went up Old Henry’s Hill in the wind, the tall pines whispering and bending, and up… — read more

I was five or six when I had my first taste of Gaines Burgers. My family lived on Water Street in Tucson, and my mom would occasionally feed our dog these things. To me, they looked like meat Ding Dongs, but wrapped in cellophane instead of aluminum foil (like Ding Dongs were). In my mind,… — read more

Arcadia deferred, and but on a Winter’s afternoon. Under a Forlorn gray sky awash with clouds, an antiseptic rain carried on a brisk wind, yet with it all, there is a sudden slow turn as the sky alights with warming heat and, in the Solitude of Eternity, the Earth abides. — read more

It’s late October in the Long Ago. You go, hand-in-hand, with her at night with Winter’s cold bite not yet present, go to that traveling carnival somewhere in northern Virginia on the first-frost night when your breath is visible and entangles with hers as shades of a future perfect. She smells warm, her vinaceous lips… — read more

Outside in the late-Winter evening chill, the Cherry Blossoms are already fading; a testament to the ephemeral. I drink the last of the cold sake in the dark ceramic cup, and as I channel Defoe, the hand sanitizer draws down, the latex gloves stretch and the anodyne masks loom on the faces of the Terrified…all… — read more

She preferred Burger King back then, saying she would take Char Broil over McGrill always, and, I was dubious, but accompanied her to said place of Burgerarian Preparation, and had the Whooper with Cheese and, after just one bite, knew Love & Desire between a bun, although the fries totally sucked. — read more

The red blinking “COMMIT?” klaxons within the scope of my neural enhanced vision. “There it is,” I mutter. “Boot up is complete.” “Finally.” Nav Officer Sharma says. We sit in full suits on the COMM deck of our humble star freighter “Aquarius Naval” that has been, for five Standard Sidereal Days, adrift and without power… — read more

“I admire your car’s rear end,” I told her on that one August afternoon. She smiled. She took another bite of her Triple Garlic gyro all the while sitting on the hood of her bronze car, her body also bronze from that Summer of Love and Passion and Short Shorts (SoLaPaSS). She held up her… — read more