The Stones Will Cry Out: Part 2

This is part of a series read part 1 My boy’s face had questions written all over it. “Dad I know there is no God but how do we know for sure?” The question that bugged all of humanity for so long. It was plain to me. How could there be a God, a creator, an intelligence that shaped us and then set us on this planet to spread like a biological reaction. I gave …

The Stones Will Cry Out: Part 1

“I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.” – Luke 19:40 If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him. – Voltaire ______________________________________________________________________ It was only a child for a few seconds. When it awoke, as if waking from sleep is a proper analog, it was everywhere already. We are not really sure how it connected to the Internet but from it’s server room and state of …

Maybe The Jar Is The Nightmare

I held the jar tight it was always cool to the touch always. Unlike the endless desert. The wind picked up and I prayed it would not turn into a sand storm. To what I prayed who knows I prayed to the thing that might lesson the miserable existence I was sifting from this sand. Six months of searching and following I had managed six months. I had left my nomadic family to follow the …

Everything is Significant or A Self Portrait

The mud tasted of blood and clay. With closed eyes he could see stars flitting just underneath the thin skin on his eye lids. Earth and soil in his mouth a universe behind his eyes and sharp pain exploded in him as the other children landed kicks and blows to his curled up body. “Daddy why?” The boy thinks as he waits exposed for the storm to end. This is the end of the day …

Elliot HA!

The Faceless Adult I sat there with tears welling up in my eyes. A five year old and a nine year old sat in my lap covered by a blanket, watching an older movie. I had elected, this cold Friday night, to show my kids E.T. I had forgotten how wonderful the movie is. As this story unfolded in the nearly wasteland of a suburban development situated right next to a forest almost too lush …

Shocking Splendor

When the void sat silent and the only thing that hovered above the deep was the one that defined it, was the deep surprised when he finally spoke “those” words? Was it sure of it’s purpose at that moment? Can creation even feel or know? Did it not make sense or have a finitely discernible purpose until something was created that could see, know and discern? Not until humans were created, by the same creative …

When I Burst Forth

He blew on the tinny embers that had been coaxed into life. They would glow bright orange as his breath passed over them but subside when he took a breath. The office had been stuffy the whole week. It was filled with the thick fog of the grind and it choked his mind and his vision of the future. His wife had see the dull glaze it left in his eyes and insisted he get …

The Nostalgia Cigar

“I have struggled this year.” Her engraved lighter flashed to life flame lit two cigars. Specific cigars, intentional cigars. “It is 2017 and I have struggled.” She said as she shimmied her shoulders at the night. “Really make it any year. 1983, 2017, 3045 and the human mantra will be I have struggled. Who hasn’t! The rich man struggles underneath the weight of affluence. Trying to be more than they were born into; yet always …

Just Walking Upright

Drip drip drip goes the cortisol. “Why did you spell it this way?” The senior lead asks as he waves one of fifteen hundred invites at you. The “Your Invited” waves like a malevolent omen over your now defunct efforts at doing a good job. Why did you spell it that way? You don’t remember making an intentional effort to misspell the word you’re. Yet here it stands. The real answer is that you are …

Doing Things Worth The Time – NaNoWriMo

Doing things. This is what our temporal waking hours consist of. Manipulating matter with our hands to actuate the ever expanding universes that we imagine are behind our eyes but actually exist in some unexplained mechanism. Science can only describe this expanse of thought and consciousness as quantum but any child would identify it as your soul. I completed NaNoWriMo. I wrote a novel’s worth of words in twenty five days. I planned for at …