Birth parents

Even for adoptees who were placed as newborns, this can create adult adoptee issues that leave them with a sense of grief and loss toward their adoption, often mixed with joy at being placed with their adoptive family and sometimes even guilt that they feel sad about missing their birth family.

Moral Prejudices

Marlin Rand woke up, asleep, a dream within a living nightmare. You like to daydream, huhn? Head lost in the clouds. Are you listening? Listening not hearing. The world retracts into a distance illuminated by your reflection, the sun shaft reaching that taillight, sending shards of red through the blinds. Why do we call thenContinue reading “Moral Prejudices”

Find the sinkhole

I have decided to write the gray American novella, where nothing is great just chalky grey like the Greys pasty anatomy of conspiracy theories where secret service reptilian half-breeds are always British. Meanwhile, the natives are restless and a stretch of doom creeps, breathless. Jagged ex-whys and all the imagination in dream land won’t fixContinue reading “Find the sinkhole”

Predictive Discourse

No, no, let me guess?! What? (*mouth full) ah Let me guess what you’re going to say next! Why? I would let you predict, manipulate, disclose the expression of  anywhere from 12,000 to 60,000 thoughts per day… Literary tomes Yeah coz you only have 37,000 “thoughts” which IS NOTHING! An irrevocable negative bias We have anywhereContinue reading “Predictive Discourse”

What you give away

my mom, she vacuumed everyday. Danchi- I don’t even think she had one…

The mind-made body

The largest trades can be gamed — to no one. while just around the last bend, he ripped everything up to start over again. a cry expressing an appeal for divine help. This tariff on your soul for a culpable nirvana hosanna, a mantra, no one repeats anymore. a cry expressing an appeal for divineContinue reading “The mind-made body”

Out with the g-damn old already

It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak. Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year. I’m in some kind of hell,Continue reading “Out with the g-damn old already”

The Specialists

Formerly Opportunists, the non-specialists must explore. Never stop looking over their shoulders. Is that any way to live? I am never completely at ease, and it only seems to be getting worse-largely because I don’t know what to do, I have too much trauma/negative experience over last two years in particular and twelve years strugglingContinue reading “The Specialists”

Don’t hold your breath

We stood at the precipice staring at bones they didn’t lie but had shattered with time That endless roar between the eyes herding us home. This is not as bleak as it sounds, we pander, to no one in particular. By holding on to that first note, it generates a feeling of suspense This timeContinue reading “Don’t hold your breath”

The smell of smoke

Ashes to Ashes We all fall down In quantum mechanics, the uncertainty principle, also known as Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle or Heisenberg’s indeterminacy principle, is any of a variety of mathematical inequalities asserting a fundamental limit to the precision with which certain pairs of physical properties of a particle, known–or unknown. Deadliest Fires Some say theContinue reading “The smell of smoke”

This was during the time 

This weekday was your average forgettable day until That sound, unforgettable now but so nondescript at the time. Time, our fatal flaws realized in a mirror, faded paper mocked up words from olden times that don’t much matter anymore with gender reassignment, biased reporting and single payer death mill. Is it me or are there moreContinue reading “This was during the time “

Waukegan

We talk too much, Miranda, her feverish sister Sasha said, in her low voice, no secrets come out without silence. I do. Somehow I’ve come to believe that the last thing a writer or any artist thinks about is to make himself comfortable while he’s working. Perhaps the discomfort is a bit of an aid orContinue reading “Waukegan”

The Math of Story, pt. 2

Or the continuing math of the continuing story. the deep dark motion an expanse that happens to come and go  unpredictable, since the emotion attached to the action or inaction beckons  self-flagellation, mutation, abomination. But today that is not the way I feel or think perhaps it is the sunshine perhaps it is the adherenceContinue reading “The Math of Story, pt. 2”