Zenith’s Freefall. A short story.

I. Life as a Timeline
Eager to be scientific, Zenith drew a timeline.
Carefully manipulating his protractor, he labeled the starting point “Birth,” and the endpoint “Death.”
Sitting back hard enough that the red chair-back wheezed white foam, Zenith surveyed his work. Neat, geometrical, nice.
He picked up a rule and measured his life in centimeters. Carefully [...]

what time is it?

Winding my watch
It occurs to me
Counterclockwise
Just arbitrary
Who said the line
Forms on the right?

Give Us This Day

The birds in the trees don’t think to ask
who delivers each day’s daily bread
why then in my molted state should I?

Marketing Majority

As the evangelist
sang to the seller of soap
what we need here is no mere joke
bigger mirrors
and much more smoke