To some of us, time has a shape, often twisty and convoluted, with no beginning and no end. The years stretch backwards into a deep, black hole of memories, and forward into an impenetrable dense fog.
In “normal” years, I think of time as mostly linear, but, to my mind’s eye, each current year is like a spiral, with December at the top, representing a steep mountain to climb through the fall months, then sliding down into spring, flattening out into a long, level summer, with all previous years trailing behind like the undulating tail of a kite.
the climate heats up
new virus — can we adapt?
Hello, I’m speaking to you from the year 2169, when your future people –– we call ourselves Fumans, sounds like “few mens” because we’re few and far between –– don’t look quite the same as you do. We all have the exact same skin color, for one thing.
We just want to thank you, our honored ancestors, for finally taking the bold and difficult actions that rescued humanity, in the nick of time, against impossible odds, from certain extinction. …
The following story began its life as a 75-word novel, one of dozens I scribbled for a Facebook group a couple years ago. We were having fun, loving words, telling stories, challenging each other to be funnier, pithier, juicier in our offerings.
Writing these extreme short forms is excellent practice for writing in general. Every word has to count, has to contribute to the storyline and character development, and must generate a level of suspense. And most of all, it has to entertain.
And although these super-short novels were intended to amuse and impress the others, sometimes a story would…
Seriously, though, what an amazing idea! Of course! Stoned teenagers doing what stoned teenagers do. Great story, delightful and original perspective, and serious fun. Amazingly good, Duuude!
Blowing sandy bubbles in anticipation,
sand dollars, baby crabs, and anemones
knew the tide was coming.
But in her quest
for the perfect moon shell,
she was oblivious
to the cries of cormorants
and seagulls above her.
Seaweed fanned out
like a starlet’s hair
on the casting couch pillow
as clams slammed shut
against the incoming waves.
Homeless and vulnerable,
the panicked hermit crab
found her perfect new home—
a blue plastic tampon case.
Crystal blue persuasion
It’s a new vibration
Crystal blue persuasion (lyrics by Tommy James & The Shondells)
Damn, cursed Amanda, it’s starting to snow! Her attention pivoted to the farm animals — horses, chickens, and a goofy black and white border collie who thought her only job was to sit all day by the southern fence and keep an eye on the neighbor’s chihuahuas.
It’s still too cold to plant, Amanda mused, turning over the wormy, damp plot that would soon support her tomato seedlings. For more than 30 years, she had grown those tomatoes from seeds saved from her father’s garden on the outskirts of a tiny town somewhere in the breadbasket of the Loire Valley.
Her current garden was well-organized, sporting 50+ compact raised beds inside a 50-ft-square deer fence, with a chicken run along…
I’m leaving Facebook,
LinkedIn, Twitter, Instagram
I love Medium
Hi, my name is Adelia and I’m a Facebook-aholic. It has been two hours since I last checked my feed. It has been five weeks since my last posting.
There was a time, back at the beginning, when FB was fun. Back then I also had a page for my business to allow customers, sales reps, and business associates to stay connected. FB was a place to build relationships, make new friends, keep track of relatives, and broadcast to the world a cheesy pic of every meal I ever ate.
petri dish for pathogens
It’s so warm today
There’s no question that Gaia is fighting mad right now. Human-caused climate change has created a nuclear arsenal for Her to use against the Homo sapiens infectors that have multiplied and covered the earth with filth and pestilence.
I hope She wins this battle. Humans have repeatedly proven to Her that they don’t deserve to exist on this once beautiful, pristine, green and blue marble.
This is war, and I feel certain that She’s going to win it…one way or another.
Thanks once again to R. Rangan…