He looked out among the staring faces, and his mind claimed each feature and impression as food for itself. He tasted their untold luxuries vicariously through dreams.
Insights and propaganda © Spencer K. Bowden
SHORT STORIES
| The Island of Lhia | My most developed inward voyage to date. A glimpse at a breathing ground. |
| Seven Rays | There are sweet nothings, and then there are sour ones. Just wait till one of them gets whispered in your ear. |
| The Farm | A misplaced youth begins to hate the light. |
| Addenflor Commons | A genius' haunted mind reels amidst mediocrity. Compromise can bring a secret danger. |
| The Mystery Vision Salesman | The most convoluted narrative I've ever written. Its so abstract, it almost wrote me. |
| Fugitive Light in old Retuo | The dark would have us believe it belongs to no one but itself. This one is very incomplete. |
POEMS
| The Blank Page | In order to be found, it must first be missing. |
| The Thing Creator | From conscious construction to automatic spawning, creative spirits flit between the poles. |
| Fragrant Hope | Written beneath a starry sky in Oahu, Hawaii on July 11/01 during the wee hours of the night. Nuff said. |
| Rudo | Glory child could save the world, instead he gets distracted by the booty! |
| The 4 Tunnels | I felt an urge to run away, seeking freedom. I found myself in a self constructed labyrinth. |
| Forelightening (prelude to a second birth) | For the one who released me from the comfort of the shade. Loving can be like dying to your past. |
| Bright Ruin | I hid amongst the mongrols, duplicating the divine simply to exploit it. |
| Koto Island | Sometimes distance can be mental, even in an embrace. Even from yourself. |
| Reminding Sound | We influence eachother in all ways, our every gesture resonating like thunder. We can rarely tell, because there is not end, no wall or mirror to remind us. |
| The New Planet | Maybe even the universe began as as a seed. |
| Keala (The Pathway) | Please turn off your mind and float quietly downstream. |
| The Child | A fairy tale about an amphibious baby angel. |
| The Haunted Fabric | Don't patronize clothing stores that disappear in a poof of smoke after you purchase something from them. |
| Impossible Rose | My pain can come from an intangible weapon, impossible desires. |
| Sugar City | I smiled as the world's hard facade melted. |
| The Giants | Pay attention to the little ones. Dote on them as though their sneezes were divine. |
| My Story | An invitation to gaurdianship (is that a word? it is now!). |