It’s been a few weeks since I last published one of my dailyish posts of strange pocket stories and haiku. I apologize for the long delay. I had to figure a few things out. Sometimes I spend too much time in my head. The past couple of weeks I have been working through “The Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron.
This book has been recommended to me hundreds of times over the years. But in my pride, I never felt I needed it. Finally, my desperation was so deep that I decided to see what this 25-year old book could do for my creativity. The results have been magical. I have not felt this creative in years. It’s like how I feel when I get new glasses, everything seems clearer. So the dailyish posts are back. (I also have a few new projects in the pipeline.)
She hunted him from the scrubland to the mountain tops to the edge of the ocean. He stood before her, calm and curious. "Why are you bent on killing me?"
"Because being the last of something makes you precious. You are a part of the chronicle of the Universe. Being the penultimate only makes you tragic."
The one-in-the-morning epiphany that it had all been a lie allowed him to surrender to the embrace of the suffocating quicksand he had been fighting all night. The only trace of him they found was a few grains of sand on a lumpy mattress in the morning.
You can have access to all the magic you desire if you are willing to sacrifice certainty.
He plunged the knife in deep like he'd done a hundred times. But instead of the satisfying sound of a gasping last breath, he was greeted with laughter. He thought he was the hunter, but when she bit into him, he realized he had always been her prey.
She was disappointed when her alien abduction devolved into an interstellar time-share presentation.
Thanks for reading!
What will you create today?
Be the poetry you want to see in the world,
Jason