Here are various poems and a couple of featured short stories.
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i like what we have
it's so delicate and reassuring
it could snap like that
you don't see how i carefully watch it every day
tenderly trailing my hands over its overt dark matter
and the stars that shine through and grow in numbers
all because you care
and yet i want you to notice
it brings me
Japanese Translation by Tomoki Mutsui:
I comprehend the room
I walked into a room once
just as the room walked into me
little strands of waves
proceeding through my ears and eyes
translating into the neurotransmitters
that process too quick
for me to resist their demonic scorn
at the knees
as i see you there at your most primal
your phone to year ear
and your hand
the poem i wrote you
and slowly it crumples in your palm
you say to some invisible being,
"it was good, but I'm beyond that now.”
Greedy for Universes
I take frequency strands and
Lasso them to the cores of people
whose frequencies mysteriously attract mine
And grow these frequencies until they become
the dense universes that bind us
—the stars, the galaxies, the nuances, the dark matter
Is it greed, I wonder?
What remains is the underlying longing
to do this with so many,
To grow this garden of frequencies
For the rest of my life
with as many possible
Yet it can never be enough
I looked Left for a while
To find Right had found another home
Because of how i neglected its duties.
Those duties aren’t mine, i said
They looked away sullenly
Forward was not impressed.
So i turned to Downward
But then i couldn’t see Above
And when i wandered around confused,
Closed my eyes—i saw Black
Who said and did nothing.
Through this everlasting revolution, over all the odds, the confusion
There may never be a final answer
And when I break down in tears, grabbing endlessly at the forever revolving truth,
Then becomes the time to stand up—
Now is the time, during this permanent revolution—
Spread all of my hundred cramped up wings, open all of my million eyes
And like the child with face in the dirt—
Stand up and run towards the nebulous unknown
Into the light we may never go, instead into the infinite Colors and Darkness that reach out to us
They stand together, hand in hand, smiling, and no matter how overwhelming
We soar on
Let us go into this infinite expansion
Towards our union, towards love
And meanwhile, no matter how the dimensions of other minds bombard, lavish in them, in it—this revolution
Like deeply feeling the rain, a hopeful laugh, waiting for a new blue sky.
A child once reached up and
Grabbed a star
Attached it to a string
kicked up the sand and
slid through it a mile
Swung the star in circles
Before losing hold—
back to the black canvas dream
The child now grown
Took everything outside
Threw it all toward the wind-torn sea
All that was
Supposed to be
And then looked up to the canvas
The Hidden Dimensions
Accessed with the mind
a place so out of reach
yet so close like
the blue of the atmosphere,
They said that maybe
the universe is strings
and beyond our eyes a multiverse
Infinite dimensions of reality
Because of these neurons
i write words
small, translucent windows
tainted with colors
They passed it off as fantasy—
told me someday i’ll
have to pay the bills
but i grabbed my pen and paper and
clung to this
Portal made of neurons—
continued to stare though
its hopeful window
Short Story: The Legend of Zxerou
In a land called Merp, rested upon an unusually small island was a village filled with dragons. (Of course, from the human point of view, the island was enormous!) There, living among these dragons was a somewhat long, silver, (albeit “wimpy” according to dragon standards) dragon called Zxerou (pronounced zero). Zei* was neither she, he, nor it because zei was genderless and not technically a dragon… I won’t get into that because that would be a whole other story.
On this particular day, Zxerou was at "training lessons" along with a number of peculiar dragons who all seemed to have major attitude issues. One was quite large and muscular, one was round and lumpy, one was lean and haughtily posed, one had an eternal sly smirk, and one other was quite wimpy, just like Zxerou. Zxerou was in full armor along with everyone else. Huir helm was crooked and zei dragged huir shield upon the floor. Huir friend, Birch, was the wimpy dragon like Zxerou, but much better off than en for nei had notable muscles.
"ALRIGHT!" Master screamed. (Huir voice was always a scream...) "Today is FLIGHT TRAINING!!!”
"But sir..." started another dragon named Meep, who was most incredibly strong, but too shy for huir brawn.
"YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW! We have trained like that ever since you were little maggots, BUT THIS IS BASIC TRAINING!!!" Master distracted.
"But I thought this was major fighting class," said Mudlash, the lean and haughtily posed dragon who was also clever and could beat anyone in a fighting contest.
Master crossed huir big brawny arms over huir chest. "Yes, quite, but YOU LAME DRAGONS CAN'T EVEN PICK UP A SWORD!!!"
Oh, gurgling glacksticks. I hope this doesn't turn into another ‘Master and Mudlash mess,’ Zxerou thought with a great glare of agony to the sky. Birch, who was patiently sitting beside Zxerou was nodding off to sleep. (Obviously, that was known as "patience" to the dragons. Dragons slept when bored, even at the dinner table and that was considered a compliment). Zxerou nudged nem awake.
Get up, zei said through huir mind to Birch with a strange double voice—one a little higher and one a little lower. Get up before Master blasts us to the infinites…
Master was pacing back and forth, observing the dragon's wings. The little dragon's wings amused en, and zei chuckled.
"TERRIBLE WINGS!" he said with a grunt when zei got to the end of the line of dragons. "All of you will FAIL!!!"
"Especially you, Zxerou," Mudlash hissed under huir breath towards Zxerou. "You will never be the God of the Dragons."
The other dragons chuckled at this. Zxerou only stared ahead blankly as Master lifted huir oversized tail and gave a big, loud fart to silence the dragons. When that didn't work, he began to erupt.
"SILENCE YOU LITTLE MAGGOTS, BEFORE I EAT ALL THE LIVING CARPFLEAS FROM THOSE LITTLE BRAINS OF YOURS!!!" he thundered with a great shake of huir great, overhanging belly.
Still, the room did not fall silent.
"Not before I roast you and eat you," Zxerou managed to say in a snarky manner.
Birch laughed at this in an overly exaggerated manner until Zxerou gave nem another nudge.
Finally, after twenty whole minutes, the dragons became silent. At last, Master gave the orders.
"ALRIGHT!" he boomed. "Now, go and do twenty laps around Merp!!!"
Everyone moaned and groaned and began filing out of the main training hall.
"Unless you want me to stick FIFTY FIREBALLS UP YOUR BUTTS!" Master continued.
"No, no!" everyone cried in discorded unison. They immediately became silent.
Zxerou was pushed and mauled by the hefty dragons as they all attempted to fit though the door at once. (Not to mention, the door was more made for long dragons like Zxerou or Birch or their dreaded enemy, Mudlash). When Zxerou and Birch were finally outside, they came to find that all the other dragons had taken off and were already halfway around Merp.
"Come on," said Zxerou, flapping once with huir wings and lifting off the ground.
"Oh, joy," Birch groaned close behind Zxerou. "I absolutely, definitely, positively, seriously... Well, I kind of forgot what I was going to say, but I think I was about to say that... I HATE THE FACT MASTER MAKES US RUN LAPS!!!"
"Hmmm..." Zxerou said, hardly surprised. "Quite so, since we are supposedly training to protect stupid jewels from knights who want to slay us…and you mean fly laps.”
"It's all myth!" howled Birch. "They're training us for MYTH!"
And so they both flew on as Zxerou managed to hold back huir temper while Birch complained and complained. (And even though one wing beat brought all the dragons practically halfway around the island of Merp, they still took an hour to finish. How lame).
*Zei is a pronoun declination in a new third person pronoun system I’ve been trying out. This system includes categorizing people into proximate and obviative categories, the proximate person being the one more in focus, otherwise doing an action, whereas the obviative person is the one less in focus, otherwise the person being acted upon. Categories are also further split into masculine, feminine, and neuter genders. However, gendered versions of the obviative/proximate pronouns are only used at first mention of a subject and reintroduced when the subject to which is being referred is unclear. Otherwise, the genders turn neutral. I will list out the pronouns:
Proximate neutral: zei, en, huir, huirs, enself
Proximate masculine: he, him, his, his, himself
Proximate feminine: she, her, her, hers, herself
Obviate neutral: nei, nem, neir, neirs, nemself
Obviate masculine: ve, vir, vis, vis, virself
Obviate feminine: sie, sier, sier, siers, sierself
I know, it is a lot but I wanted to try it out.