Bruise Vision
## I **Geese level:** _Unnerving_ -- **Expect:** _anxiety_ A hundred geese overhead -- A thousand -- A million -- Heady scent of premonition. Acrid tang of ill omens. Portents. Too much meaning In too small a space. * * * ## II **Geese...
Meaning & Self
There's some duality between sources of meaning, Between the types of stories we use to back identity. It's not quite good & bad or light & dark, Though I'm not yet sure just how to define it. Dad used to punish the dogs by locking then in...
Limerent Object (parts 6-10)
# 6 It's been a few days, and while the dream has not come back, it still clings to me like scent. When laying in bed, drowsy and sleepless I will find myself exploring that space over and over again. Did I touch her? Did I smell her? I know that I...
The Hand of God
The day began with a coyote giving a javelina a hand in setting up countless contraptions just within the edge of the forest, describing an invisible net of arcane geometries held there five feet above the ground. The coyote lugged the total station...
Limerent Object (part 36-40)
# 36 Over the last few days, I have been sending Kay a few emails. I am ashamed to admit that this is an intentional aspect of some grander plan. One could say that it is to get her re-accustomed to getting emails from me, though this is a somewhat...
Vignette: Acts of Intent
> _Lines and curves, lines and curves. Beginning now._ Seven o'clock, and the 13th Street crowd was headed to dinner, or focusing on a postprandial stroll. Jacob was focused on lines. On arcs and straight edges. On corners and angles. > _The cans of...
When I fall, I will remain whole
I keep hoping that, one day, I'll spring palladial from the bole of a tree. Fully formed, sexless, Conceived without desire or intent. My body will be virginal and clean, My mind fresh, my soul at ease. The tree, behind me, will stand crooked,...
There is too much fire in me
There is too much fire in me to be described by the soldering iron's tip. If I were to draw that across my flesh, it would all spill out at once. I'd melt, eaten whole by flames, and flow into a pool of molten silver. I would be borne up...
Unimportant Verse 6
Complementary, clashing anxieties. Dull clamor of intersecting feelings. Need, desire, craving, jealousy. Worry, fear, care, prayerful fretting. Love, lust, friendship, a need to share. Emotions on emotions on emotions, and, often, comfortable...
Heligoland
Too many wine-dark seas need daily traversal, And here the shipping forecast calls for rain. The shipping forecast! What a load of bollocks. You can listen from start to finish And not hear a single word about how a day will feel. Or maybe...
Limerent Object (parts 16-20)
# 16 The presentation went over quite well, I think. There were a few questions after. Jeremy said it sounded good and my boss thanked me in a way that was more than just a _pro forma_ thank you. Some part of me wishes that I had offered something...
Functor
Functor dreamed in parentheses. This was notable for three reasons. The first and most banal was that Functor was not programmed in Lisp or any Lisp-alike. It wasn’t a Lisp Machine or an emulator of a Lisp Machine. It didn’t know Lisp — it could,...