When I was youngI always thought it was strangehow my father ate the burnt bits.The crusted edges and blackened kernels. He always seemed to enjoythe charcoal-flavored scrapingsfrom the bottom of the pan.I always thought he had to be lying. “Helps to clean my teeth” he joked,with his crooked, dingy smile. Now I’m older. Too much…
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Ode to an Odorous Friend
Things become more stark near the Blink. I don’t know how to explain it. The constant presence of the Blink lends these places a certain contrast. Even as things slip through in both directions – aspects removed and added – somehow or other the places themselves remain the same, and all these changes turn out…
You Find a Book – 1
You sit up in the bed before you’re even fully awake- consciousness hitting you like a physical thing. In rapid succession- the shock of awareness, dizziness, pain dancing across your body. You finally get around to being confused at about the same time you remove the heels of your hands from your eyes. You just…
The Critical Voice
The Critical Voice. The “No, don’t do it. You’ll fail. You’ll get hurt.” voice in your head. A lot of manic, ‘fight-through-it’, ‘get-motivated’ advice advocates a “punch that voice in the face and tell him, ‘get outta my way!’” approach to dealing with the Critical Voice, but that is all wrong. The Critical Voice is…
Heat and Cold
I like it because it hurts. The beach. The shore. Where crashing wave meets burning sand and at this one juncture the extremes finally agree- they speak in unison a promise. The promise that there is no hope of finding comfort, no middle ground. Hot or Cold, there is not between. On this they agree…
Memorandum
I found something from the Blink today. I spend so much time seeking things like it, but this one came to me. It arrived by post, to my house. It was addressed to a man who never lived there, but it was meant for me. Vain of me, to imbue the Blink with sentience and…