"Witness Well" (c) Mike Stone Raanana, February 3, 2019 Nothing in nature is hidden from us; It has no secrets. It is we who close our eyes Or look away And think it magic or unknowable, Unwilling to give up the comfort of our ignorance. When we walk in a forest lush With trees standing and fallen Beheld within the play of sun and shade We must not be daunted That we know not the names of sycamore or oak, Crocuses or m...
Order is the semblance of understanding, like a sturdy ship upon which we sail precariously above the oceans of suppressed concerns.The steady sway of the ocean can appear as an alluring expanse of conquered space until at once, the unexpected dangers of our subconscious appear, like a subaqueous predator, transforming our reality into an entirely unknown terrain of terror. The structure of our presuppositions upon which...
She weighs herself in the morning. It is part of her routine: wake up at 5am, weigh yourself, look in the mirror, shower and get dressed. The scale says 90lbs."No way! I haven't eaten more than lettuce and water all week, how can I still be so fat?!"She looks in the mirror and it's even worse than she thought. All she sees is globs of fat hanging off of her, jiggling when she pokes it, and tears stream down her boney chee...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.This...Existence.ThisMelancholy beat of a spasmodic heartEmpties full thrust intoMires of self-loathing andRues the day thatBorn and bred wereRaised and wed toProduceThis.EmptySorrowsIn the bowl of the beggarWhere pity and scornMingle with incense and onionsTo languish in cob dungeonsThat shun the sunAnd embrace the cold.GatherT...
