WRITING – Page 3 – Joshua J Watson

POETRY 904

Diablo Lake: a meditation on endurance

12Sep2021

the exposed bones of the mountains

burst through the clinging skin

of trees and duff and loess

unpretentious beneath the sky

they remember, those rocks

the echoing voice of the river

drowned for man’s convenience

but their memory, at least, will not die

FLASH FICTION, WEIRD FICTION 869

Where to Begin?

29Jun2021

I watch the spiders running up and down my walls. Their legs seeming the perfection of organic machination. Their exoskeletons and compound eyes, marvels of engineering. The sheer, pure purpose of their existence – to rid the world of *insects*.

FLASH FICTION 877

Let Sleeping Cats Lie

30Apr2021

Cats sleep a lot. This is known. It is in fact a stereotype. A medically proven, scientific, stereotypical fact.

Cats sleep.

FANTASY, SCI-FI, WEIRD FICTION 1106

Taskforce on Tentacles and Teeth

03Dec2020

Stories have entered general circulation, concerning one of the things that goes bump in the night. Well, less a story, perhaps, than a description at this point, and a theory or two. Too little is actually known for it to be a story, as yet. Which is to say, when faced with a collection of facts, the average human wants very much to assign action and motivation, to create a story, to get a grip. But that act of creation does not make a truth. And we here want to discover the truth behind these things that go bump in the night.

So. The facts.

Blog, FLASH FICTION, POETRY, WEIRD FICTION 1111

The Candleman, revisited (an exercise in form and function)

13Nov2020

his skin draws tight across his face, as if

thinn’d by exposure to evil airs

the sockets of his eyes are empty

and yet, all through the night he stares

WRITING 1102

A Man Can Dream

17Apr2020

Dreams, eh? They’re just stories, right? Stories your own brain tries to tell you while you aren’t paying attention. They don’t really mean anything. That’s what you’ve got to tell yourself. Over and over, you’ve got to tell yourself that, that they don’t mean anything. You have to. Because if they did actually mean something. If those stories your own mind was trying to tell you while you weren’t paying attention, if *those* stories meant anything, anything at all….

WRITING 1060

“The rest is yours.”

21Oct2019

Will you look in the mirror with me? Will you help me identify what I see behind me? There are eyes there which are not mine. There is a face that I do not recognize. There are…things…which simply do not fit. Will you help?

WRITING 916

Going Out of Business Sale!

26Sep2019

That’s right, folks. We’re closing up shop! The current social, political, and economic environment is simply not sufficient to support creativity and the arts. So we’re getting out while the getting’s…good? Not quite rock bottom? Not entirely meaningless? Pick your poison. Here’s what we’ve got, and it can all be yours!

WRITING 1055

Island Dreams #4

11Jul2019

There are other islands, of course. One that comes to mind just now sits in the middle of a very wide, very slow, very brown river somewhere in the South of the United States.

POETRY 1360

Call and Answer

08Jul2019

In desperation, I return to the old ways

The old gods

I beseech them, I walk amongst them

I ask, I question, I query, I demand

Diablo Lake: a meditation on endurance

Where to Begin?

Let Sleeping Cats Lie

Taskforce on Tentacles and Teeth

The Candleman, revisited (an exercise in form and function)

A Man Can Dream

“The rest is yours.”

Going Out of Business Sale!

Island Dreams #4

Call and Answer

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