You're fading as the dead follicles enhance our ability to perceive you, offer a wistful prayer, sewing the carpet. A dawdling rain of explanted stalks, a measureless hope that new life might spring forth in the living room, curling upwards amongst cottony filaments, fighting gravity, lacking the photoreceptors to dictate a course to the sun ( Read more... )

You found it at the bottom of your second quart that day, didn't you? Was it a day like any other? Did breakfast sear the throat and cauterize the breaches along hope as planned? It stilled the sympathetic vibrations, didn't it ( Read more... )

graduate
a. To change gradually or by degrees.
b. To advance to a new level of skill, achievement, or activity.

It would appear that this step has completed itself, the call answered without choice or preference. Suddenly the receiver appears on the cradle, and before we can even begin our period of stunned silence abject dismay, the ( Read more... )

The course and solution for the day is to oversalinate. Super saturate my solutions with sodium, with chloride, with hydrogen, without H (leaving the H in both, and reminding myself that in order to become near-infinite, I will undoubtedly need an infinite source of fuel). If the vessel can't properly take advantage of its sustenance, if the ( Read more... )

Sometimes these things take four years. It was about that long ago when, sweaty and covered in grass clippings, the opportunity arrived to test the limits of my knowledge. Its limits are bountiful, and far more than acceptable. But really it was more like eight years ago, the lesson wormed its way into learning, and we realized that mothers have ( Read more... )

Something adrenal misfired, placed a high-gravity vortex just under my eye lashes, gravitons reaching up in tender communication with the eyelids. Of course that message must be tender, loving even, else we'd be hearing, seeing, feeling it all the time. The hundred billion paces from Sol to land, filled with the endless reception and transmission ( Read more... )

There's almost no point in pausing anymore. The instinct seems to either have it or has developed an expertise in faking it. Surely the conscience can swim through the shallow pools of regret that continue to develop in the attic, ego pushing forward, waders on, wiping the sweat from its brow ( Read more... )

A glance over the shoulder into the next car ( Read more... )

Those of you on the passenger's side will understand the most ( Read more... )

The paranoia simply sees it all as an elaborate ruse. That searching eye squeezes all the "truths" it can from the most mundane of situations. The slightest hesitation before a smile of recognition. A thought passed through her head. What was it ( Read more... )