Living on the edge is a cliché until it is not, and life hangs on a flexible razor cutting ice at fifty miles an hour. The razor springs from weight and swings your legs. Land the other razor and believe in it or you will lose it and yourself. But you cannot think about this, if you want to be fast. It must be ingrained by hours of sweating in cold.
You do not chase powder or resort experiences. You chase speed, a faster line: the elusive satisfaction of successful execution. Bend the razor, release, land.
A 100-word story
Somewhere in the twilight fog lies the body. It is doing a lumbar stretch with the left arm pointing down the hill. I do not know how it got there. I found it when I came home.
A siren wails up to my driveway and the lights glow through the fog and the gravel crunches wet under the rubber. A cop steps out.
“Where is it?”
I point from my porch.
More sirens and soon the meditative, still atmosphere of my remote property evaporates into engines and camera flashes and tape. Twilight will pass soon, but what about the fog?
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The PR man in my head
shouts for all my pleasure and pride,
making their case,
telling me not to wait.
“Be the loudest and you will make it.
Do not weigh or consider.
Shout often and loud,
and everyone will listen.”
A Revelation Fan-Fiction
What would it take for you to believe in a miracle? Would writing in the clouds make you believe? Or have you been fooled one too many times by bad faith evangelists? Do you need a subtle miracle, like a note passed under the table? Or, happily taking the note, would you dismiss it because of its subtlety? I have been asking myself these questions for the past two years.
I dreamed I was on a stage
trying to yell a tsunami down
with every word dipped in fire
like whistling harpoons from my mouth
Please let me be right for once
like a diving falcon
An experimental, stream of consciousness exploration of the leper's point of view in Mark 1:40-45.
“And a leper came” it's my own fault for being contagious. Skin melts off and corrupts. Can't go near a soul even my own. Don't touch me give me food maybe some figs. Living on the outside as a curse. Afraid of me because I am visible. Blame me for your problems push me out. Sin smells like me so you keep me far from you so as not to remind you of your faults. I'm too painful for you but I can't feel a thing nerves all dead except for shame.
“It's a sad song
It's a sad tale, it's a tragedy
It's a sad song
But we sing it anyway“
— Road to Hell (Reprise)
Hermes stands over a defeated Orpheus. The boy watches his lover sink back into the Underworld. He was only a few steps away from life but he doubted and looked back, breaking his contract with Hades. Eurydice must now remain in hell, and Orpheus can never go back. It's a sad song that turns out the same every time, so why sing it?
Jonah and the government shade
So God said to Jonah, “Are you really so very angry about the little plant?” And he said, “I am as angry as I could possibly be!” The Lord said, “You were upset about this little plant, something for which you did not work, nor did you do anything to make it grow. It grew up overnight and died the next day.”
— Jonah 4:9-10 NET
“I hate politics.”
“Politics are more polarized than ever.”
“America is divided.”
“I hate elections.”
“The government is corrupt.”
I have heard these ideas expressed every election year. It is true that 2020 is exceptional, but in reality every election is exceptional. Who can calculate all the factors and people that swirl in our country for four years? The United States government has endured civil war, depressions and even pandemics, and its people have endured far more.
A self-indulgent rant about marketing
It would be very easy for me to say that publishing is an industry, and that the reason I don't make enough money to even think about telling people I am an author when they ask the ubiquitously depressing get-to-know-you question is because I haven't invested in marketing or my platform, but I won't say that even though I just did.
By Hunter Dansin
The comparison of large tech companies and corporations to colonizing powers is not a new one. In this essay I examine the comparisons that have already been made and what can be contributed to the discussion.