that time

that time

First I saw the blinking red light. Then I pressed the button. Then I heard the beep. Then I heard, “Hello Eric, this is your brother Tom. Call me back as soon as you get this. You'd better be sitting down.”

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Black and white photo of a cross on the ground at the foot of the gravestone it was once attached to.
invocation

Zen and the Art of Ritual Sacrifice

I considered printing this and burning the pages, but since throwing things away has been one of my pathologies, I am instead going to keep working on it, and eventually perform it, although I have no idea where, when, or in what form. Maybe I'll make a video...
Eric Jennings 7 min read
that time

pumiquat

he never spoke to me again. without explanation, i knew how to say the word. pumiquat. it's not what you think. nor what you expect. it's a secret. i've only told you the part that you're allowed to know
Eric Jennings 1 min read
that time

kitchen memories

xerxes, fried baloney, cleopatra click click, powdered eggs, slimy chicken in #10 cans, the toaster fire, the burnt cabinet, slicing
Eric Jennings 1 min read
that time

Buried Alive

Could those human bones we dug up that time have been cursed? Could I have been cursed? Could we have been cursed? We put them back, but maybe that didn’t help. I did everything I could to avoid digging up the bones of my assault.
Eric Jennings 1 min read
that time

Random Encounter

As we wept—my father and I—I wondered if it was for his friend, after all. I wondered if it was for him. I wonder if it was for me.
Eric Jennings 1 min read
that time

Anguinum

The original trauma was birth and everthying that follows is but preparation for the trauma of death. Of letting go of all that we have learned. It is only through remembering that we can die because remembering is to forget.
Eric Jennings 2 min read
that time

My Vertical Interrogation

I believe I am the figment of a little boy’s imagination. He’s trying to imagine himself in the future. In a different future than the one he expects. I am ten years old imaging I am sixty-three.
Eric Jennings 8 min read
that time

we begin

that was how it started, this is how it started, that death, this death, two points, on an imaginary line, only one point, on a circle, a clock...
Eric Jennings 2 min read

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