Poetic Might

“Repurpose the sun, snatch it
from the hinges of sky
drag the dying eye
from what’s merely seen
and unlatch it
from the bloated, hollow lines
that have invaded time…”

Accomplished. The sun no longer
a gesture of loving love and fading
life, grows greater than the dim
whisper you once heard from dust-
hidden minds. Brighter than a lovely thing.
No longer fading. It will glow on
even as distant lights conspire
to invent a new sky for the words
you found are better than skies
and fading suns, and deeper
than swarming shadows.


Word of the Day Challenge: Gesture

The Mind

Final movements of the heavy:
perhaps a memory trying
to decide. A toy of a time,
its gaze wide and comical
until dust recalls.

The Snake Plant – Fiction

“So, is that an agave or…”

“No, it’s a snake plant. A viper’s bowstring hemp something or rather.”

“Oh. It looks nice…so, that’s all she left you?”

“Yup. My brother got the house. And I got well…”

“Was this your mother’s favorite plant or…”

“No. At least I don’t think so. Do you want it?”

“No. I’m good. I can barely take care of myself let alone a plant.”

“That’s funny. But please, take it.”

“Um…no?”

“COME ON!”

“Whoa. Jesus.”

“After all I’ve done for you! I need you to take it!”

“Calm down. Why do you need me to–”

“Because it’s ugly! And I hate it!”

“Then why don’t you throw it away, or maybe plant it somewhere?”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried, George? Don’t you think I’ve tried day-in and day-out?”

“…No? I mean, it’s still here, after all.”

“God, you don’t understand. I’ve tried getting rid of it. You might think I’m crazy, but I think it’s haunted.”

“Oh…well, you’re right about one thing: you are absolutely crazy.”

“No, see I–”

“Listen, I know it’s tough losing a parent. But I assure you, this plant isn’t haunted. I mean, what kind of ghost would haunt a stupid plant anyway?”

“I don’t know. But every time I tried getting rid of it, the next morning it’s sitting right there by the window. Staring at me. Taunting me.”

“Riiight.”

“So, do you want it?”

“Um, listen, there is nothing wrong with the plant. You’re just being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just an idiot. But it’s all in your head. It’s just a stupid plant.”

“God, maybe you’re right…maybe you’re right…maybe, I just have to let go…let go…”

“Right.”

“Let go…”

“Mm-hm.

“…”

“So, um. I’m gonna go now. I have a thing.”

“What? Oh, right. Um, see ya I guess.”

“See ya.”

But, of course, the plant was haunted. Viciously haunted. But Daryl learned that sometimes the best solution to a problem is to just ignore it. Move on. Otherwise, he would become a ghost in his own life, just like the snake plant or whatever it is. I don’t know what the point of this story was, but sometimes life doesn’t have a point and that’s what makes it so exciting. Or tedious. Anyway, I have to go; I have a thing as well. Good night, and good luck.

Oh, and the plant ate Daryl. He fucking deserved it. That prick.


A really bad story I’ve written for The Daily Spur Photo Prompt for today. I’m so sorry.

Glimpse

The day squirms underneath
this eye. A trembling begins
between crevices; shadows become
the new voice, dictating.

Sky bleeds into fog,
but it’s not enough.
The houses, now silhouettes,
still know their place
as I search through
their silence.

There is still something
here, I was told, solid
among broken structures.
Bones peeking from the old
ash know things. The mist
dreams up a new world,
and I walk back onto the road,
receding.


In response to the Word of the Day Challenge: GLIMPSE.

dVerse Open Link Night.

NOTE 9/1/19: Edited the final line, removing the final phrase “from the ghostly maw.”

Share Your World: 8-5-19

Today, I will be responding to some questions from sparksfromacombustiblemind. The questions are a bit grim given recent events, and my answers aren’t that much better. Enjoy!

Does life have a reason (meaning)?

No. I believe that life is a weird accident that has continued to spin and advance itself. There is no deeper meaning behind it. However, this doesn’t mean that one cannot generate meaning beyond mere existence. Ideally, people would find purpose in pursuing what they are good at and helping others. Something creative and constructive rather than pure self-involvement.

Will the world come to an end by human hands (man’s actions)?

No. Even if humans screw themselves over, the world will likely continue and mend whatever scars we leave behind. However, that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be aware of our (relatively) short-term impact. We still need to think about the lives of future generations as well as the lives of other beings. Because, while global warming won’t destroy the earth, it will cause a lot of suffering to us and our fellow inhabitants.

Will stricter laws make a better world? Would less strict law make it better?

Depends. What matters is the substance of the laws, how they are implemented, and how well they are enforced. In the case of gun control, I think universal background checks are necessary, but I have my doubts that gun control will completely solve the issue of gun violence in the U.S.; it is, however, a significant factor, especially if we implement and enforce laws that keep military-grade weapons out the hands of psychopaths. But, of course, it all depends on the implementation and enforcement.

Conversely, in the case of drugs such as marijuana, cocaine, heroin, etc., I believe that less strict laws are better. In fact, while I detest drugs, I believe that decriminalization is the best approach. We must stop the War on Drugs. We have lost (and by “we,” I mean the American people, not so much those who profit from its continuance.) It is no longer worth the bloodshed and the growing prison population. We need to treat drugs as a public health issue. If Donald Trump wants to stop illegal immigrants from coming over the border, one thing that could help is to stop the War on Drugs and legalize narcotics while taxing the shit out of them.

If death is inevitable, why bother doing anything?

My answer is: why not? I mean, you can throw yourself off a cliff to “get it over with,” but I think that if you exist, you might as well make the most of it. Unfortunately, most people don’t do this and end-up working jobs they don’t like and vegging out once the day is over. They might as well be dead.

However, while life may seem depressing and meaningless now, I would rather exist now than be a serf 500 years ago, or a hunter-gatherer shivering in a cave before dying at the ripe old age of 17. Because humans now are smarter, better educated, and healthier, overall. Yes, we are still simians, and yes, we’re polluting the earth at a massive scale, but humanity is persistent. There will be suffering. There will be death, but things will eventually start to shift and humanity will finally “come into its own,” and, hopefully, we will reach our potential, and exceed it. It may take 100 years or 10,000, but we, as a species, have come a long way in such a relatively short time. So, while I’m a pessimist in the short-term, I’m an optimist in the long given how much we have advanced since our days squatting in those cold, damp caves.

However, I also don’t think our continued advancement is a given. For one thing, we shouldn’t be fearful or complacent. We have to step outside of ourselves and see what is not just best for ourselves, in the short-term, but for others. Unfortunately, most people either can’t or won’t do this. But, I still find hope in the people that do. Because while life is “meaningless” and death is final, just as long as the music is playing we might as well dance, or blow ourselves up.

Are thoughts and prayers useful or a sop for people who wish to pay respect but interact through a virtual venue? Yea or nay – please explain your viewpoint (without rancor) if you would.

Not really. I mean, they’re nice, but action is obviously better. The cynic in me believes that those thoughts and prayers are mostly for themselves. At the same time, it’s unrealistic to expect people to act every time. People have their own lives, their own problems. So, while I wish people, including myself, did “more,” sometimes you shouldn’t be too hard on people or yourself.

July 2019 Writing Challenge Reflection and (Minor) Blog Update

For the month of July I engaged in a writing challenge in which I wrote something everyday in response to these daily prompts. Though the real challenge was using the prompts to write a single, cohesive narrative with each of the daily prompts guiding where the story went.

When I started writing the first installment, I wasn’t sure what the story was going to be. I ended-up writing about someone dealing with weird dreams and insomnia and, as a result, the story went-off from there. When I was thinking about doing this challenge, the expectation was that I was going to write something that was more comedic and “random” given the nature of the challenge. And, also, I thought I would have more fun writing. But, of course, things turned-out differently and I ended-up writing something more dramatic and grounded in reality. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but the process of writing became more of a slog as I worried more about the quality of each post as I was writing something more “serious.” As a result, I ended-up procrastinating most days which negatively impacted the story.

Some days were pretty difficult, especially in the last week in which I was working near 12-hour workdays. So when I got home from work, I wasn’t exactly in the best headspace to write something “decent.”

However, overall, I’m glad I did it. It helped me really sit down and write something everyday. And, sometimes, it was fun to write. However, I’m not sure if the final product is something people would want to read. There are some installments that I think came out well. Not great writing, but hints of something that, perhaps, I could expand upon in future projects. One thing I probably should have done better (on top of a bunch of other things) was the way I handled some of the other characters. The story ended-up being insular to the main character, which makes sense given what the story is about, but I wished I fleshed-out the rest of the cast more such as his parents and Burt Romero. The latter is the main character of a web fiction series I’m planning, but his character ended-up being really one-dimensional. The only time he became alive was in one of the dream sequences.

So, I might do a more in-depth retrospective later, or not. But I might end-up revisiting some of the ideas I explored here. So, I guess, overall, doing this whole challenge was more beneficial to me, as a writer, then to the reader.

But, if you’re still interested in reading feel free to click on the link here. I was thinking about doing another one for this month, but by the time I finished I was like “fuuuuck no, I need some rest.” But, I might do something like this again in the future.

I’m either going to start on The Great Romero (the web fiction series I’ve been planning) or another project I have in mind. I’ve also been thinking about uploading posts on non-writing topics such as philosophy, politics, and art. So continue reading or not bye.