ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Lived in El Sobante, Pinole and Point Richmond, currently in the Seattle area. I make stained glass windows. Mapblb@aol.com [April 2008]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (24) Again It Begins (Short Stories) Abstract doodle about the end [130 words] [Fantasy] Alessandro's Unexpected Traverse (Short Stories) A mountain climbing accident results in a modern Gulliver's Travels. [11,857 words] [Science Fiction] Awake And Bake Finn Again (Short Stories) A comic story of a day in the life of an older man. [4,425 words] [Literary Fiction] Bach Heartbeats And Don't Be Afraid To Love (Poetry) Two short poems [83 words] [Spiritual] Camelot’S Troubadours (Short Stories) Utopia meets Euphoria, Political healing in an alternate universe. The Beatles play at JFK's 1965 inaguration. [1,513 words] [Fantasy] Drunk On Rain (Poetry) Feeling ectascy brought on by rain. [48 words] [Drama] God Force Reverses Time (Short Stories) A short fable about the end of war. [842 words] [Fable] God, Man, Consciousness, Magic, Science And Alien Inteligence (Essays) An essay on the history of the universe and the origin of god. How and why psychic ability developed and its purpose. The evolution of consciousness from atoms to aliens. [9,701 words] [Mind] How To Become A Mild Cartoon (Poetry) A poem about being dissatisfied with life yet impotent to change it [44 words] [Mystical] Life Dance Cycle (Songs) A song poem apeing Ray Davies [276 words] Mc Zen Mcpoem (Poetry) Short comic poem [18 words] [Humor] Mickey And Delia (Novels) This is the first 35 or so pages of a 600 page completed novel about a group of teenagers running around the Bay Area in the 1960's. [15,078 words] [Biography] No Angels Or Devils (Short Stories) A short story about an avenging angel radio play, no angels or devils, just us. [638 words] [Fantasy] Poem 1968 (Poetry) Short poem about dreaming of a lost love [71 words] Poems Of Existance (Poetry) Four short poems about internal reality. [179 words] [Mind] Pooh On Meditation (Short Stories) Short comic satire [135 words] [Humor] Qz (Short Stories) Short story about an evil government controlling a drug that produces enlightenment. [2,593 words] [Fantasy] Sweet William And Mary (Songs) Folk song like, somewhere between Pentangle and the Decemberists. [152 words] Tellus, A Story (Novels) A tale of black helicopters and dead cows being investigated by a reporter. [24,070 words] [Science Fiction] The Little Gods (Short Stories) A short story fantasy about a young couple who are given a flying saucer. [4,814 words] [Science Fiction] The Time Junky (Poetry) A poem metaphor regarding time vs life span. [97 words] [Fable] The Universal Poet (Poetry) Some words on taking your own poetry to seriously. [35 words] [Comedy] The White Asteroid (Short Stories) Space miners make a curious find. [222 words] [Science Fiction] White Vw Rabbit, Grease Slick (Songs) Song parody [118 words] [Humor]
Goaland Fantasy Michael Potter
Prism leaned in her windowsill and watched the day begin to unfold and hoped Leaf wouldn't fold it back up like he did sometimes. She listened to the animal sounds of the countryside as they awoke and tried out their vocal chords. Prism tried hers and sang a small tune to the animals that she had just made up.
Fell yawned, he wondered what he was watching or what he should do next.
Leaf's days were generally mellow tho he had a tendency to be on the melancholy as well as the grouchy side. Prisms days were very gentle.
Millkin tended his giant aphids. He could make them go away if he wanted to but he felt responsible. He had created them and could not bring himself to destroy them. He wondered if the distilled liquor he made form their milk was in any way influencing his decision. His old lady couldn't understand why he wanted them when he had created so many other things, most of them much nicer to look at. Especially when he had to make giant rosebushes for the aphids to live in and had to climb the bushes each day to milk them. He claimed that the thorns helped him climb but she was afraid that he would fall and impale himself on one.
Meanwhile Leaf had a whole galaxy of lovers turning miles over his head while the earth gently rolled like waves. You felt like you would loose your stomach when you reached a crest. He destroyed a few houses before he learned how to make the houses flexible.
Prism sat and concentrated to make breakfast. The bowls were fairly flying around the room. Since she wasn't cooking yet, she created the smell of warm waffles to draw everyone's attention. At the breakfast Fell asked Leaf to stop making the earth roll, it gave him indigestion. Leaf apologized and obliged him.
'It seems to me,' thought Fell over and over to himself as he watched Leave move the second hand on the clock back every time it moved forward a second. He could not complete his thought which was, 'the fourth dimension is consciousness, not time.'
"Don't you have to be aware, to be aware of time?" asked Millkin to no one in particular.
Everyone was sitting around, just sitting and starring at nothing but none of them were sad. Millkin was dazzled. His eyes shone a strange glaze. His smile was maybe bigger than the others were. The room was plain unpainted wood, sparsely and rudely furnished. No one minded, most places were like that.
Fell was absolutely mad.
The Trillum's called as the sun was setting. Well made days were always appreciated in Goaland. They sat and meditated, thoughts intermixing and running the spectrum of consciousness. Each was semi aware of what the others thought but tonight Millkin was the medium, after all, it had been his day.
When Fell had his days, things were very strange. Sexes were mixed in mental attitudes. Together they sat musing, soon they would go their ways and dream until they slept. Tomorrow would be Leaf's day.
The sun rose sort of greenish. The flowers and grass had turned shades of red. The sky remained black so that the sun could still shine through. Everyone felt different that day, it was strange.
Danther returned from the forest of excretion and lit his pipe of mellow wood and sucked the fragrant smoke of dew grass, which tasted of a warm muddy stream, into his three lungs. He recollected how he had just missed stepping in the ancient pile of greasebury shit, get some of that on your fur and you better shave and throw away the razor. The forest of excrement was next to the forest of death which was always warm and sunny to invite any that wished to die and Danther often went there to sunbathe on the giant playcon skull and contemplate his own death which was not too many millennia away. His mind was getting gray and fuzzy now from the smoke so he set down the pipe and relaxed as his mind lifted away into the kingdom of egos.
Today he found himself on a ferry boat going from a tall white city that rose from the water of blue to an island of green forest and splendor that had cactus and trees and orchids and all plants living together. But he decided to go to the city and when he got to the island he transferred to a boat going to the city instead of going on to the next stop, the land of Mor where everyone was busy building and creating. The boat moved inexorably toward the city. Huge boat with rounded front that rocked up and down as it moved forward in the water. He felt very small and lost on this monster in the water and then he recalled that on this world he lived in the land of Mor so he was going in the wrong direction. He felt frustrated having wasted so much time, he decided to return to his body but something seemed to prevent him.
Danther returned to his house of wood and stone in his astral body. There he was but his body was occupied by a thillum which had entered his body while he was away. He was enraged! How dare this despicable creature take his body especially when it had no need of the physical? His body turned to him and taunted, "I see you there, but you can't enter it just yet, I'll go away in good time but now you are banished to the ether while I live."
Danther left his plane and went to the metaphysical land where all is known to get some justice maybe or at least to look into the future to see what would happen.
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