Two Page Stories

The last sun rays you’ll ever enjoy have perked your face for a minute. What if you’ve never again felt the warm touch on your skin will you lose the touch with humanity when you replace the building blocks with badly understood substitutes. We the children of nature

Start a thought, finish a thought. Let it simmer just enough for my memories to embrace and merge with dreams. To live in the offbeat streets with the garbage out, smelling up the city’s pavement residents. Grateful as a caricature they all huddle up around the same black barrel

I want to disappear away from everything and everyone. Travel through the space seized by nothingness conquered by the ridicule of past times. Who knows what that looks and feels like. I imagine the center of the black hole, where everything collides with everything in infinity negating itself out of

I woke up in rat’s droplets. Not knowing trees and roots breaking the floor tired eyes looking at me. I grab them by the furry body. It does not resist. Neither of us has slept. Is he a king of his domain here to make a pact with me

What if you could spend a week on a small farm with wheat and whistle into the wind and water? What if you unwind in time to borrow a shirt washed away in the white waterfall stream? What if that’d be it, the whole memory?

I don’t know how it works. I just sit there and the moment my brain relaxes for one second a thought - a genius out-of-the-box thought swoops in. Brain goes to an override and I create - write, play, philosophize. Curse and a gift. Never get a rest. Always