A sun-drenched moment in the afternoon When the black eyes of the field light into a thousand candles, Sweaty and shining pure green, Illuminates my memory With thoughts of those who have come and gone. Ghosts walk between these trees Lingering, Stygian, tucked into shadows, into The space between the raindrops And the veined blooming leaves.…
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A Poem: Thirst
Never would Thoreau have thought That one day, the sight of a simple creek Would be so rare, so strange, so uncommon That it might bring tears to the eyes of a passer-by As I was. Thirsty, Awestruck by the green grass, the minnows flickering The crinkled sound of water dripping over grey rock A…
Read MorePorous, Chapter Twelve: Waves On The River
This is the first chapter in the two-part ending to Section One of POROUS. Next Monday I’ll release the final chapter in the first section, and these two chapters are intended, really, to be one and the same. But I wanted this final scene to be long, and dramatic, and that didn’t really fit the…
Read MorePorous, Chapter Eleven: Dissipation
I stare out the windows at the cloudless blue sky, a rarity here in Oregon. I’m trying to avoid Dr. Chase’s eyes, searching for mine, inquisitive and demanding. I wish I were out there, floating in the deep blue, or perhaps drifting through Silas’ purple bubbles in his strange world, instead of cooped up in…
Read MorePorous, Chapter Nine: The Second Law
As I wrench myself away from the the gravitational pull Silas seems to exert on me, my fingers intuitively search for my cell phone. I pull it out and press a button on the side to check the time. Two minutes past four. It astounds me that so little time has passed, though I’ve found…
Read MorePorous, Chapter Eight: Rooted
We fall for what seems like an eternity. We hurtle through this portal, gravity pulling us in a direction I didn’t know existed, through the very surface between worlds. We fall together, hand in hand, as the vortex drags us through nothing. Finally it stops. The pit in my stomach from falling, from air and…
Read MorePorous, Chapter Six: Aurora Borealis
First I see Silas. But now it’s not just his eyes that are many-colored. His whole body is iridescent. The gleaming, swirling colors have spread from his irises to his skin, drenching him in a wet, metallic sheen of the spectrum. He looks somehow liquid, as if I could dip my fingers into him and…
Read MorePorous, Chapter Five: Haunted
First of all, allow me to say that it’s somewhat unbelievable how far this story has come from its humble beginnings as a forgotten passage in a lost folder on my hard drive. Every chapter is a revelation for me as well as for you, and every suggestion I get from my readers is incredibly…
Read MorePorous, Chapter Four: Oil-Slick Colors
“How do you like your new wilderness group?” “I really like them. Well, not all of them. But Paul is great – he’s new, you might not have met him yet. He’s really funny. And I like Clara, too, although she’s a little bit stiff.” “Stiff?” “She’s hard to talk to. She can be very…
Read MorePorous, Chapter Three: The Blackness In Between The Stars
This is the third chapter of my reader-driven blog serial, Porous. If you need to catch up, go back to Chapter One: Immolation or Chapter Two: Sky-Honey. The Blackness In Between The Stars “Kawai, you will have to learn to sleep without the light on sometime.” “Another night, kasaan. I want the lights on tonight.” My mother…
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The Z-Axis 