A Growing Dread

“Things are going so well right now.” Wise fidgeted with the corner of his shirt. “I would have never thought there was a way forward from my last major collapse, yet here I am” He said turning bright eyes and an upturned eye brow towards the medium. She laid in the corner shivering not from cold but from the involuntary twitches of the nano suppressor withdraws. “I hope you find what you are looking for …

A Can of Peaches

I hurried from my car ran up the stairs to my apartment 602 A. I threw my car keys in the bowl by the door and placed the brown paper bag on the dinning room table. What was I thinking? I reached for a glass and filled it up, and drank it. I waited for my head to clear. What was I thinking? The smile of realization cross my face. It had to be stress …

She Was Conventionally Sad

I lifted my arms high. Higher than I had ever lifted them. I stretched those tiny muscles near the connective tissue and felt the strain of wet crystallin bones as the pressure of my own effort moved them. My elbow made the smallest grissly sound. I felt the office chair beneath me. I wonder if she is okay? Last time I saw her she had the look of a woman who was heading into a …

A New/Old/Eternal Identity

Panic, that is what this is panic. I sat at school. The teacher lectured and I twisted in upon myself. A panic attack. Was I special? My mind’s eyes sought metrics, and numbers to quantify my uniqueness. I scanned the darkness of my inner world searching for something real that I could put my hands on. Something that told me I was indeed worth the space and time I was taking up. Voices, so many …

A Garden Worth Something

There it was the garden I had been working on for months now. I had tilled and watered, fertilized, and conditioned the soil. I had watered it with sweat and irradiated it with the sunlight of effort. I drove up from work got out of the car and left my briefcase in the car. I pulled my work shirt off leaving my undershirt and headed straight for the shed, skipping the obligatory entrance into the …

The Ax

Work had been a real bitch the past few years. Mindless spreadsheets and reports, endless talking to clients and selling god knows what. Some days I would talk and fake smile so much my jaw ached. My young marriage was on the rocks and I just did not have the strength to fight or rather I had allowed that excuse to poison my outlook. Poisoned outlook aside, I was caught in the mire of apathy …

There is No Absolute Truth

“Truth is a funny thing. It used to underpin society, our actions, our relationships. It used to be a virtue to not lie. It used to be a virtue to, when faced with truth, change your position to be more in line with truth. It also used to be a virtue to seek the truth. Through a long process we have managed to change that. We arrived. We have seen that the ends do justify …

The Ancient One’s Lament A Vast Unknowing

I have laid beneath the soil of earth with nothing to sell and nothing of worth. A life of terrible unending vibration from lives above with souls in exaltation. I was hid here a millennia ago and from this dear earth, I might be uncovered so. Your minds will reel with terror beyond. As I finally am allowed to sing the blessed song. Light will leak from my seems. The voices of realities cords will shake …

The Nostalgia Cigar

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“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 …

In The Light

In The Light - Aaron Blakeley - The Daily Haiku

I am inspired by narrative. How a story comes in and wraps you up in a feeling of knowing the characters and feeling the sweep of their lives. So let me drag into the light a story that is metaphorical. There once was a people in a society that was considered the best the world had produced thus far. It was not perfect but it was good despite the bad. The older people of this …