Parting Shot

I had an argument with a friend. My last words were precise.
"I'm right!" I said.
"Life's meaningless and there is no God."
To prove it, I got out the gun, put it to my head and pulled the trigger. My mind exploded. Question. If I was right, how can I be writing this?

Bubien

Song

a singing, mercilessly strident, insisted that i listen:
it sang stupidly, dumbly, incessantly-- i thought i recognized it:
a song of dragons, of buddha, of slippery sex with half-willing animals;
a song of nirvana achieved, impaled on a thousand disposable chopsticks.
what filth! what garbage! it made me dizzy
and obvious: it was i.


jeremy

Blackbird

Looking far down the valley from the hill of his vineyard, he saw a gust of black birds flush up from the furthest line of trees, spooked by an approaching locomotive. In their crossing, as the birds flashed over the moving train, it seemed to him the crows themselves were pouring from the stack.

"V. B. Brookshaw"