philosophy

Still No. 3912

Trixie’s Thoughts for the day.

     “The enema of my enema is my friend.” Or so I was once told… by Trixie. She woke me from a dream where giant turquoise simitars chased seals for marriage and I was challenged with the task of preventing such an unholy alliance.      “I think you may mean something entirely different, my little … Continue reading →

Light Around the Boulder

I’ve struggled of late to find me. I felt like I had taken the place of the shadow of myself. A see-through entity following the solid. Until, I crossed paths with the mysterious M. A person half my age whose interesting life forged a soul whose light lit a new spark in mine. I may … Continue reading →

Heaven on Earth

Introducing Prof. Trixie

No. 3914

Limbic Limbo! By C A Middleton © 2018 Ah, the bitter taste of imaginary defeats Jammed inside The limbic system Like a DVD. Who is the presser of Play? I am! I wait until my eyes are flicking Left and right; When REM Flicks up a thumb, Out comes my Lonnnnnnnng index finger and WHACK … Continue reading →

No. 3913

Shine On. By C A Middleton © 2018 Welcome to my fence. It’s just been painted. Each post and bar Formerly stained With past foes’ graffiti. Not any more. Now the sun is shining. It’s time to tell Mnemosyne Her fruit is old news. She says, ”Dwell in the old room and I’ll wave off … Continue reading →

No. 3920

Just Hush. By C A Middleton @ 2018 Can you hear me? Can I hear myself? I’m cocooned In this floating moment Without the need for breath. A little spot where The fluttering molecules of Dust meld into The skin they once fell from To form phantasms who Sit and smile across at me. No … Continue reading →

No. 3912

Advice From Some Old Dude In My Mind. By C A Middleton © 2018 I’ve just seen the inside Of my mind. There’s an old guy With a grin Sitting at a well-used desk. Amidst the clutter, and Scones with butter, is A book with his name on. Oh, look, There’s another. He shrugs and … Continue reading →

No. 3911

Refill? By C A Middleton ©2018 The empty glass slides across The pitted table. All voices drop In anticipation. The clouds break their chase and Stare down. The west wind ceases its game to follow suite. Even the guns across the world Jam; their triggers freeze and Blood waits behind soft skin. Trolls leave their … Continue reading →