‘he aint’ ready yet.’ the statement was bald, just a tone or two shy of defiant. in it, overtly challenging. ‘of course he is, look at him, he’s done fell down twice for not having the right shoes on his feet.’ we both looked over to the boy, staggering into a tree and going down hard on his tookus once again, ‘see? he fell. he ain’t ready, i tell ya. and if’n i put him on those new shoes, he may fall and break a leg.’ there was a quiet pause and then, ‘or maybe even his neck. how would […]
Lost Pages, Sky Dancer Soliloquy
It is said I was born from the tears of a divine one who wept for the suffering of the world. If this is so, then perhaps it is proper that I should, myself, be of so many parts and pieces; aspects of all-seeing and all-being, each one finding its perfect other within this world, with which and in which to best be relieved and reconciled – being a drop of water that is a mirror of endless reflections.
Lost Pages, The Jupiter Archives, Recovered
the hardest part about caring for humans is when you have to tell them things that are hard to say… and hard to hear. things you know will land heavy and likely hurt, because they are not polished or polite. things that speak life and truth, but often have sharp edges and are prone to nicking as they arrive, things that land in tender spaces where callous has not yet been built.
Lost Pages, Lilith’s Exile
Over the sands, feral, I hear your fearful whispers on the wind. After all this time, still you shiver and rage for an obesiance denied, dominance defiled. Over ages, you have called me many names. Each of them, horrified homage that is as much supplication as stratagem. Such shakey fingers, raised in ancient motions to protect you. As if bone and flesh could ever save you from the demon you tenderly feed there, within your soul. As if ever you needed protection from me.
the little shepherdess
5:38am DJ Destruction on the stream. Sweet Tempered Asonance is the song. I wake from a dream. Just now. Weeping. Finally. I understand. And more.
Lost Pages, Lament of Anesidora
do you know what it is like to give unceasingly? the sages praise it as if some lofty and sacred ideal; ignorance breathed as prayer, green incense that smokes as it rises, fouling walls and ceiling. it is a supreme humor that from my hand, such as this would spring. i, giver of all gifts, made into deliverer of all torments save one. or so the story goes. would you hear the truth? then listen and if you can bear it, carry the weight that i have these many, many moons. we all know, of course, that we, humans, are […]
Carrie Arlos – Cipherpunk Journals
made an odd discovery today. i have discovered how to see the future. i was standing outside my office and looking off into the horizon, not really thinking about much of anything. had a bit of the old mahamudra going on when, suddenly, it looked like the entire world fractured. i suppose if i were standing in my own reality, i would have lost my mind. as it happened, i was standing two steps outside it. so the backlash landed on the gravel and kicked up a spray, dug a hole about oh… an inch deep, then flared out with […]
Lost Pages, Letters of Fools – 01
this, the first in a series entitled ‘letters of fools’, in which literary and folk lore myths and legends are cast with clay feet and explored from the perspective of their unique curses or blessings. it may well be that some are identified early on while others are named only at the ending. half the enjoyment is trying to write them in such fashion as you really cannot be sure until you are sure. heh. enjoy. p.s.: some may or may not find themselves recorded, as urge, time, and technology permit.
Diary of a Mistress, Day 4,689
it isn’t as if i am ignorant of reality. not as if i do not know how ‘this’ goes. first, there is the establishment of ‘the problem’ — the reason why it’s hopeless, utterly, and even though the legal leash is still there, it’s ok. we can pretend it isn’t. yeah. right. momma always said i was cynical, but seems to me the leash is a comfort whenever i see a teacup yorkie straining from across the street after a german shepard lounging, tongue lolling out with laughter, content to let the yappy have his moment for knowing full well […]