Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence
Carl Sagan

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

After being long pursued by events
and run down by responses
I feel a moment of respite
clean air in and out of lungs without hurry
eyes filled with vistas instead of foot steps
a moment of pause
before continuing
as I know I must
a moment reminding me
of why I continue to run.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Occasionally little bursts of energy move through me, like
brief bolts of charge
                     bravely moving through
                                             long dry electrical lines, or
warm blood reanimating long dormant faculties.
In these moments I revive briefly, with
feelings of power fueled optimism
knowledge of what
                      I could do next.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Origin of stories?

The boy drags a stick underneath the bows of a tree grown thick and heavy. A large bird flaps black wings, squawking. The boy looks up at the bird with a scowl, "Why don't the birds trust us? We don't eat them and we don't kill them, yet they flee our approach."

"These birds have never trusted men. ", says his grand mother, carefully picking her steps beside him.


"I'm sure it has something to do with a man taking a woman who was not his to take. That’s how trust is lost among all nature's foolish spawn.", she scowls in turn at the boy's father standing yards ahead guarding the way into denser forest.

The boy watches the bird sink into the thick green canopy across the valley wondering if birds remember ancient wrongs in the same way he is reminded.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Advice for Alice

Impossible is a word
too often used.
Assume its use
in common discourse
to mean highly improbable.
Assume its use
in rational discourse
to mean something beyond
what is commonly known
to be possible.
Further assume
discourse to be without reason
until proven otherwise.

Friday, March 12, 2010

There is only one exit from this room.
The exit is always available, always free
and always within reach.
There is no reason to hurry:
The sale does not end today,
This is not a limited time offer,
Supplies are unlimited, and
The option will not expire.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I stood outside tonight
In the drizzle and wind
And remembered an old job
Standing out side in the dark
Patrolling the dock and the parks
I had a goatee then, same as now
Most everything else though
Has changed

Sunday, March 07, 2010

Tommy On The Shore

The sunrise was the most beautiful thing Tommy had noticed in years. He blinked. He shook his head. His mind cleared and he unclenched his fists. He looked down at a sudden splash and remembered the young man he was drowning. He slowly lowered both arms to his sides, job completed he thought. He watched the new corpse floated away, slowly spinning towards the sea. Tommy looked up and blinked. Tommy stood empty before a full sunrise feeling as if he had forgotten or lost something. Something of value.

Seven years prior Tommy had solved a temporary unemployment problem with a long term employment one. He joined a guild. This guild required seven years of Tommy's life. This guild required extreme training. He learned skills and acquired abilities, until he was called adept. A new adept is sent on a mission unlikely to succeed. The candidate may refuse and return to life outside the guild or they may accept. Acceptance is exile until death or success. Upon success the adept returns to take his place in the role the guild plays in the affairs of the world. The guild which he joined has great influence over the remains of the world.

Tommy remembered the young man's name. He remembered his face, much younger than his own. His name was Byron and he was called adept two years prior. He was a prodigy. Tommy remembered, Byron had been too sweet for the assignment he was given and refused. Tommy had imagined Byron living good, maybe cooking in an inn next to some ancient quarry. Tommy had imagined that all the houses were made from stone, stone left in the nearby quarry. Tommy had dreamed that when he was free to leave the guild he would go work in that quarry. He was large enough and strong enough. He and Byron would drink together again and live simple lives free from training and violence. Tommy stood in front of the sunrise, knelt and bowed his head. He was being foolish he knew, those dreams were floating dead.

Tommy splashed himself with water, washing the blood from his face, hands, and the stubble covering his scalp, gone sticky. Pulling his hand across his scalp, sent water spraying; a sharp halo in the pinkish water around him.

He stood, clean. He checked himself for wounds or visible bruising. He found none. He never knew that refusal meant death, until now. Now he knew. There were rumors, but they were not taken seriously. They were not believed. He had proven those rumors true today. Now, he knew that every adept of his guild had proven the rumor true as well, each and every one of them.

Adepts of this guild often prove rumors to be true. Tommy now had a decision that his masters had not prepared him for, he can return and take a position in the guild or he could continue and find a place out side the guild.  Not in his imagined rock quarry but the world was broad and wide and he had no doubt he could prove useful to other, more generous masters.

Of course, he would be hunted.

Monday, March 01, 2010

We never really know what we are doing
We learn, we get better, we improve
But the goal line keeps moving
There is no finishing this process
We'll never know what we are doing
Not really