I am a jellyfish at heart, soft and pink and dangerous. As I drift through the miasma of life, most of the blue toothed predators don’t think I’m worth eating. What a blessing to be so inconsequential. The blueness everywhere haunts me like a sister dead set on revenge. In the reefs, fish float upside down in the flotsam, not dead, but only gymnasts frozen in time.
Day: March 14, 2026
A Refugee on the Dark Side of the Moon
The regal, royal day reigns over the sun razed earth, stroking the depths of our sins with highlighters. Nothing can hide here. My shadow is a refugee on the dark side of the moon. What spider weaves his web of clouds to catch airplanes like bugs and devour travelers? In the cult of tomorrow, be an afterthought. Alien darkness will steal day’s territory as the hours sprint away from us.
A Library Card as a Weapon
The bankers prowl the shores of decrepit democracy seeking pigtailed children to devour. I have been a little girl for 37 years, chasing a shade of blue so perfect I know I will feel immaculate ecstasy when I find it. Roaming over the dessicated remains of the free world, I wear a cloak of love poems and carry a library card as a weapon. The bankers are closing in on all of us, teeth sharpened to a point more piercing than truth. There is nowhere to run. Now I must learn to see without eyes, sew my future without hands, and sing hymns to my God of spilled wine.
Miniature Moon 