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The Wisdom

By jelewis8 ⋅ March 28, 2011 ⋅ 2 comments

There it is. Isn’t it the same as it was? Fires loose, examine closely divine wisdom; Homer’s telling lies amore in eternam. What it is isn’t what it seems where it stays, the magic of commerce forces unleashed, globally completing for our attentions. Kinsmen and spears, and lion’s heads and skins arrayed in pairs, warriors’ [...]

Vincent’s End

By jelewis8 ⋅ August 31, 2010 ⋅ Post a comment

death was coming. it was coming as inevitable as a car crash turns to silent high-pitched slow motion film reels, voyeurs intent on every spinning wheel and lost gyro and tailpipe flying through the air. it was coming and no one could stop it. walking around the streets, hovering near the open pores of the [...]

urbanish

By jelewis8 ⋅ March 26, 2010 ⋅ Post a comment

sirens blaze like volcanoes sounds of couples making love mingle with the searing glow of lamplight shades and return as fiery spheres of pleasure darkness of city alleyways puncture peace outside the dogs of summer yammer dis-chords a distant bell, churches or delivery men sound off heat drizzles, poured by the dregs on black-sphalt the [...]

Found In Space

By jelewis8 ⋅ November 16, 2009 ⋅ Post a comment

2034. Memento mori. Thought that would sink in, this far out. That black, undeniable emptiness of it all. Damn, he would have none of it. Raving about eternal life after Assumption, whatever that meant. Then he left dock. Just walked right out into the interstellar, left the dock wide open. What a Marmaduke. Left a [...]

Pick A Domain For My New Novel “Wayland” Contest

By jelewis8 ⋅ September 23, 2009 ⋅ One comment

You may or may not know that for the last year I’ve been working on a novel entitled Wayland. It is the story of a man who travels across the ruined landscape of America with a young boy. Unlike Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, this is not the story of a hopeless post-apocalyptic future, but is [...]

The Seafarers

By jelewis8 ⋅ August 12, 2009 ⋅ 3 comments

With wind in our sails we swept through seas’ endless foam, the formant of the trough, the sharp cry of eagles at our backs, the distant land of the bayou behind the fog bank. We were obscured at last.

6BUY345

By jelewis8 ⋅ March 3, 2008 ⋅ Post a comment

6BUY345. It had become a mantra. 6BUY345. The Eastern said it would be six days, 345 million units. Half would go toward the front, the other re-routed to some camp outside Kabul. He could net a hefty profit. But Ware was on him. This was always the danger of gun-running.

How Future People Fly

By jelewis8 ⋅ February 1, 2008 ⋅ Post a comment

Strange, the principle that brought interstellar travel to the far-flung gallery of planets that had, by then, multiplied to over their allotted capacity. It arrived as formula, sequential mathematics combined with a strange, Judeo-Christian coda. E=mc2 was the algorithm, seventy times seven the story. Peace was the price of Science.

The Nudes

By jelewis8 ⋅ February 1, 2008 ⋅ Post a comment

Many times he tried describing their curves. The task was monumental, too captivating. Photos only hinted. Words suggested. Even actions–painting, stroking, feeling, breathing–fell short. What would capture the essence? He never tried loving them, until glaucoma took his eyes. Memory suffused meaning. And love–that came. In time.

Fisherman

By jelewis8 ⋅ January 28, 2008 ⋅ Post a comment

Reel it in. Clip the line. This one’s a fighter. Beating fiercely against waves and the metal bit stuck in its lip, like a modern kid with rebel sensibilities. The old man reached over the edge and grabbed the wriggling flesh. Spines stung his nerveless palm. Life was like that.

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