Sanity Redefined

Was that a knock? Visitors are not expected under the circumstances. Security guards would not let them in. The cops posted outside would have them thrown in quarantine anyway. Dreams dare not enter my rituals of waking and sleeping hours. The lines get blurred. There is no certainty about the future. I woke up in … Continue reading Sanity Redefined

Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 132

Sadje's avatarKeep it alive

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge

PROMPT #132

I came across a poem by Rebecca Elson, and I reproduce the first three stanzas here

ANTIDOTES TO FEAR OF DEATH

Sometimes as an antidote
To fear of death,
I eat the stars.

Those nights, lying on my back,
I suck them from the quenching dark
Til they are all, all inside me,
Pepper hot and sharp.

Sometimes, instead, I stir myself
Into a universe still young,
Still warm as blood:

Would you like to write something in a similar spirit, or just carry this ahead – in prose or poetry? Can you think of a story or anecdote or historical tale on the same theme. It should basically be a story of survival strategies.

Go where the prompt leads you.

~*~

Death stares

Trying to quell me

What is to fear I ask

Death is the reality of life

View original post 56 more words

“We’re Made Of Star Stuff” – A Tribute To Carl Sagan

Were made of star stuff ….. by Susi Bocks

Susi Bocks's avatarI Write Her

my composition
exists
in an eternal loop

conscious and alive
non-existent and dead
unending

i fear not
what is
natural

132Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #132

Carl Sagan (11/9/34 – 12/20/96) was an American astronomer, cosmologist, astrophysicist, astrobiologist, author, science popularizer, and science communicator in astronomy and other natural sciences. – Wikipedia

If you were like me, you inhaled the show “Cosmos” in the 1980s. Carl Sagan contributed mightily to my understanding of our universe as well as the various sciences he was involved in. He was someone I looked up to and learned from. Sagan had a great mind and a deep compassion for the living. He helped me make sense of things in a world that doesn’t easily give you understanding. I will forever be grateful to have been exposed to his mind and his rationale.

View original post

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #132

Welcome to another week of a cloistered existence! I do miss the fresh air, other than whatever can be inhaled in the balcony, but I don't feel lonely. Online and telephonic contact has increased, and creativity is bolstered by new situations and stories I hear about. There is television for updates, but tailored, partisan news … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #132

Scared

“I have a confession to make.” His loving eyes looked different, and she felt a knot in the stomach. “No. It’s not what you think. I’m not going away anywhere. The monster you killed that fateful night was a dummy, and I helped you escape the law. But the monster who harassed you before that … Continue reading Scared

Constructed shadows

“This has to be done, because everybody in the family does it, and I can’t stand out like a sore thumb.” “I’m not compelled to worship your gods.” “Is that your final decision?” “Yes, and I’m leaving, because the nothingness horrifies me. There is no individual I can interact with, just constructed shadows of the … Continue reading Constructed shadows

Depth of understanding

“Go ahead, if that is your final decision.” “So you are not joining us?” “No. Time will tell how much are they underwater, and how much above it. I think I already know it.” https://only100words.xyz/2020/04/23/three-line-tales-week-221/

I cannot

Here is a tanka prose in response to https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/04/21/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-174-photoprompt/ alabaster skin as smooth as I remember slips from my fingers she walks away – don’t know where but gone, never to return….. Mom said the beauty of character lay in steadfastness. Dad was progressive, believed in going with the wind, being flexible and jumping on … Continue reading I cannot