Aliens Com:mission

Sam handed me the typescript of a new piece he’s working on. My puzzled look. His patient answer. “Look,” he said. “I see it as a prompt for imagining. I have no desire to tell you what to feel or think. Take a moment. Get centered. Line at a time. Breathe. Let it work on... Continue Reading →

reading the old news

Significantly, after spending a morning and half an afternoon reworking the Carnival site, I had a strange interaction with the some old news which puzzled me because it wasn’t old at all. S1gntf1contly, none of them denied they hod the power to cHed th••r ,...: Thus, if we who o_re involved in promollng change in... Continue Reading →

Notes on a Play (2057)

(This is taken from a typescript draft of an idea for a history of the future.) Notes on a Play by Connie M. The year was 2057 and I was forty. It was a time when a Fear swept through the cybersphere. Fear of what? Doesn’t matter. It was just raw fear, a gut-ripping, pointless... Continue Reading →

A stormy morning as willowy Ophelia

A stormy morning as willowy Ophelia scours her way across Hibernia and on into the Hebrides & before me appear’d everything opened & closed & tickering re- elucidating esoteric principles & explaining mantra & clarifffnng a selection of bzerooul eleventh-century statues in Weeoigfyt Tibet together with many superb diagrams designedto “clarifv still & further more... Continue Reading →

Oh Love Ophelia what have you done

Oh love darling partner in this journey home you walk me up rue Arago in the dark dawn lights in the Bar de la Paix sandy-hair’d dogs ready in the streets to accept offerings black sacks of ordures ripe and stinky petty criminals howling after sunrise up the valley the chattering chorus of birds on... Continue Reading →

Sammy Reads the Broken News

    Like I was just saying to my old friend Sammy. Sammy? Yeah? How did we ever think in our wildest dreams that we would ever get it so wrong? Wrong? The way it’s turning out, I mean. Sammy shrugs and says, At least things do keep on turning out. At any given moment,... Continue Reading →


  I am here at the beginning when the heat melts the palms aloft, here where the servants badly rend pizzas ever again, twisting  songs of all they go to the springs for, always go the thousandthn time, ever go for the ghostly thou.   Wile-y, the thou, acting like: I’m awake but these spice-blown... Continue Reading →

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