Game Over: The Death of Self

Game Over: The Death of Self

“I was born ready,” he says. “Will you die ready?” I reply. On Tuesday night, my mother told me for the first time that she died as a five-year-old child. She storytold being at the bottom of the pool, then a shadow breeched the surface, followed by a darkness...
The Curse of Living, Creatively

The Curse of Living, Creatively

Wife asks, “Did you sleep okay?” “No, I died.” “Wow, I’ve never died in my sleep,” she says. “You were there. I kept watching after it happened.” In this dream I created, I lived after I died – at least my consciousness. In this life you’ve created, will you...
11/11: Tuning

11/11: Tuning

11/11/2019 I wake and tell myself the time is 4:11am. I check my phone to see I dropped the last one. It is 4:10am. Time to rise. LATER, Johann said he’d reach his 7 year work anniversary on 12/17/2019. I told him I expected my own 7 year celebration 4 days following...
😥 Morning of Mourning

😥 Morning of Mourning

Rude awakenings clip my wings. When the slumber ceases – The hunger for peace increases. Fear is fought while tears are caught. In a dream, I was safe and sound – But now a scene serene cannot be found. Alas, it seems I’m too familiar with how this sounds....
Water Works

Water Works

** Pre.Script. The following post was originally transcribed on 7/13/2019 ending 10:12am. It is now the second day of the Autumnal Equinox, and I have cried since creating this piece. ** I want to cry except I do not remember how.  I know I cried buckets when I put...
Time is the Eye

Time is the Eye

The Turtle is the Surface of Significance. That sentence erupted in my mind during a shower. So I wrote the words onto a waterproof page using a pencil. I do not know how to show you the images I witnessed in that first sentence. Time is the Eye. That sentence arrived...