Ogleo peaked through the crack of his bedroom door. He heard his mother’s door to her bedroom close for the night and the faint click of the light switch turn off. He stepped out into the hall, flashlight in hand and proceeded on his nightly ritual to his father’s great library occasionally shocking himself from the static electricity he caused by his socks rubbing against the recently steamed carpet. Of course, his mother knew where he was going and he knew that she knew. It was all a part of a ritual with the finale coming at 6:30 each morning where she would find him in his fathers leather recliner fast asleep with any number of books lying about him. Continue reading Ogleo
The Package 02/23/01
Was this a dream of a dream born of the magic of the night sea. Or did it happen light years away at the speed of light from a new Earth past Demeter’s wistful eyes? Then again, does it really matter?
It was on my birthday when the package Continue reading A Package, Time Dilation, and Queen
“To be is to be perceived.”
It’s that time again, the preeminent renewal point for the cycle of time as we know it, the new year. We see Father Time, elderly and bearded, on his one-way journey across times labyrinth, scythe and hourglass in hand. Not far behind is Baby New Year Continue reading Time Out of Mind