Author: Keri
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Jumping The Asymptote
Sitting at a table in some nondescript place. The only thing I knew about it was I wasn’t home. There is a ceiling over my head, but I could be inside a closed room, or outside under a gazebo. It really didn’t matter. All that mattered right then, was I am sitting at a table.
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Tick & Tock
On the left side of my room A clock ticks the passing seconds On the right side of my room A second clock tocks the passing seconds
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The Maddening
Such longing it drives me to barely restrained sighs that conceal the depths of trembling pain in my bones
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Who’s Telling This Anyway?
I have been warned, that I have been making myself too transparent in my writings. Too many details about my inner self, my workings, and my ecstatic path. I have become a Mystery Cult of One with many anthropologists camped outside my hut, ready to pull apart my fetishes the moment I set them down.
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Audacious
This is your place. Sit here. Sit there. Sit at my feet and hold them. No. I will stand.
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Just For You, Keri
“So, I hear you’re looking for something audacious to do.” My eyes open gently at the words. I am sitting cross-legged on the ground. A black feathered cloak is draped over my shoulders and wrapped around me. I had been in a different headspace and was now confused by my surroundings. I saw I was…
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Playtime
For the past 45 min, Facebook has refused to accept any input citing database issues. For once, this is a good thing. The amount of unrefined rage that has been bubbling over in my soul for the previous hour had begun to twist at the fabric of my being. I had attempted to pour some…
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Cool Down That Fever
This is a public post addressed to one person. The person using the Fever RSS Client hosted at 173.193.63.131. Listen, I understand you have a lot of feeds to monitor/read and you’re trying to make sure you don’t miss out on anything important. Gotcha. I’m flattered, really. But.
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It Gnaws At Me
I’m bothered. I can’t tell the difference between the past and the future. The direction the imagery in my dreams and journeys has taken is quite severe. But I can handle that. What’s unsettling is I’m seeing something like that connected with a person I know. And the implications are dire.
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An Unsettling Answer
This morning, I gave an honest answer to what I suppose is a hypothetical question. It’s a question I face every morning, every evening, and every time my family reminds me of what my true worth to them. It’s an answer that is not politically correct. I’m told it is not medically correct either. It’s…