What's New


September 25, 1997

this year has been very quiet on the writing tip, very 
turbulent on the personal tip.  sometimes that can lead 
to silence.


I died once.  It was very slow,
caught on a fisher's hook as a bait.

I saw the blood 
drain from my wounds.

I saw the tremors in my hands
stiffen into rigor mortis.

I saw spirits from other realities
welcoming with their light.

The next day, 
I felt nothing.

I could see everything.  Dishes,
blankets, lamps, books, and
carpet, furniture, blinds.

This, I thought, is what
it is like to die.  

I waited, and waited.


May 18, 1997

From previous times: On Relativity.


What's New for 1996