Snapshot Stories – Cardboard Cut-out

If you’re going to throw a rock at me make sure you aim well. Be sure that I won’t catch it and throw it right back at you. Make sure you aim well and that you knock me from my high perch like a tin-can sitting on a fence. Take off your mask and show everyone your face so that your anonymity does not fail you, tell them your name, and be sure that you know before you pull back your arm, with the weight of that solid object gripped tight in your hand that as you swing, you commit. … Continue reading Snapshot Stories – Cardboard Cut-out

Snap-shot Stories – The Books of Sebastian Selaš

The Books of Sebastian Selaš     In the evenings I would sit in the pale waning light, and think of books or photographs that had made impressions on me throughout my life. A word would appear in my thoughts and I would smile as it unfolded into lists of names and things to do while I was waiting for god to pass by. My name was Sebastian Selaš and I lived for many reasons; once an avid admirer of Tolstoy. As an interested listener I picked up much and argued little about life, except when Gretel my long and … Continue reading Snap-shot Stories – The Books of Sebastian Selaš

Today’s Menu – If you can’t beat it eat it!

Originally posted on Diary of a Person Being Human:
Bigots for breakfast Spread thinly on toast, Washed down with a Strong cup of Joe. Dictator soup for lunch With a side of Cesar salad, Followed by a communist regime Of potato and cabbage. Coque au v[a]n for dinner Enjoyed with an over-opinionated But full-bodied Chianti. Finished with a prejudiced Helping of just-deserts, And a wafer thin gender-bending mint. Continue reading Today’s Menu – If you can’t beat it eat it!

The Watcher – (IntPoWriMo 2013 – Day 9)

Originally posted on Diary of a Person Being Human:
The Watcher I am the face in the darkness that keeps you awake at night, For I glean from your countenance a vision of fear. But there is no malice in my heart; I am fascinated by your need to sleep; To induce yourself into the state you fear the most: Death. And then to observe you re-awaken, and Re-emerge sentient and alive – to perform your highest mark of faith: The miraculous resurrection. Each day I observe your behavior, Watching you clothe yourself with the vestments of ignorance and fear.… Continue reading The Watcher – (IntPoWriMo 2013 – Day 9)