Out on the Edge

“I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over.  Out on the edge you can see all kinds of things that you can’t see from the center.” –Kurt Vonnegut

 

Tribe

A group of talented people magically lift and pull me forward.

Different path’s led us to this place,

Different stories hold our attention,

Different words leave our hands.

The title carved in stone and polished through time “Writer” cannot be self-appointed, it is too heavy.

I belong with a tribe of writers – perhaps someday it will be earned.

Learning to Kill

I don’t even remember the first Time that I did it.
It was no big deal, not like forming some kind of habit.
Over Time I did it a little more often, I quietly killed some.
Sometimes it was fun, mostly just doing it out of occasional boredom.

Suddenly one day I was driven to obsession.
Murdering in mass and serial slaughtering consumed me.
Death now burned my eyes as they opened in the early hours.

Random methods to choke, smother and drown Time became routine.
Driving the need to kill Time and feed my aging Dragon.