The question has always been the same:
What is beyond of?
The overriding curiosity
imagine that there may be mountains,
Que Hay Mas Alla by is originally written in Spanish, but worth the small effort of translating for english speakers as well. I especially like her ending, which is thoughtful considering the pandemic.
I will pen
down a dirge,
to keep me company
as my end nears.
Sadcasm by is ultimately a sad imagining of death, that ends on a joyful note.
I require access to your nervous system. Do you accept it?
The Dawn of Consciousness in the Caves of Tassili n Ajjer by breaks the fourth wall as they freewrite a surreal deep dive into the origins of consciousness.
It started simply, just some razors for protection. An inch of sharpened DuraSteel™️©️®️embedded under each fingernail, a little bit of flesh removed to make space for them and their sheath.
Transformation and Metamorphoses by is a fascinating look at how body alterations become and addiction and a black hole that one falls into.
I often walked to a clearing in the woods, to a place known as The Spot. There, I never felt alone. Someone had died there, right there in the clearing just off the path, by his own hand.
The Spot by is a piece of flash fiction that explores what is left of a person after they've ended their life.
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