I know time turns without me,
forever leaving me behind.
May I pass unseen,
unnoticed day by day.
May Jakaíra, the Queen of Mist,
wrap me in her clouds.
Am I à propos
or is my obsessional behavior
Is my concern obsessive
Why can I not fathom
the thinking of others? Why
do I never belong?
an emotive flurry | robotic antifreeze | bubbles of nullity
The compass of my common sense
never finds true north.
When I was twelve years old, coming home from school, I was sexually assaulted by a stranger in a park. That event doesn’t define me—by trade, I’m a physicist and an engineer, an author and an artist. The snow globe is only a part of me, but the past is inescapable.
My chameleonics preserve
my fake solidity: me and my doppelgänger,
the innocent and out-of-focus one,
consumed in a fire of becoming.
A truth hidden in a cardboard box
glued with flour and water,
disguised with pinhole lantern projectors,
diffracted spectral mysteries,
kilovolt insulators, the steel
and glass of silicon folly.
All these things are my shields,
protections for a life without myself,
lived inside a snow globe.
The Purpose of Reality short story and poetry volumes are now available for preorder at the Meerkat, on Amazon, and at other outlets. Release date is September 6. Further info from Meerkat Press, including reviews, here. The Meerkat is hosting a blog tour as well. I don’t really know what a blog tour is. I hope to find out.
The Anaerobic Flow, NikonD90 photo evolved by the visual evo engine, my software that seeks unimagined realms. 8K original image = 4 UHD screens, from the ultracubist engine. Art on Instagram four days per week.