Posted in Poetry on Oct 25th, 2004 No Comments »
A tunnel connects, plunges through,
unimpeded by time or space.
On this side of reality I am
and on the other also,
the other me.
The mirror half blinks, turns with me,
detected both here and there.
Infinite paths I could take
and each one chosen,
each one walked.
Posted in Stories on Oct 14th, 2004 No Comments »
Once there was a hollow log that wanted nothing more than to frolic in the hills with its pet snail Sedgwick and drink mead and play darts. Then one day, the lords of the land, whose heads were mostly bald and hair was mostly white, asked the hollow log to be the master of a [...]
Posted in Stories on Oct 4th, 2004 No Comments »
Every day he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, alone, and looked into his eyes looking into his eyes and thought, “This man in front of me, on the other side of the glass, is me.” Then he would immediately think, “If I were someone else, would I see me as someone of import? [...]