Jonathan S

Jonathan S

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Jonathan S

I left my words in your front yardwrote ’em in soot on the side of your carsaid I’d leave quiet, guess I liedyour house burns bright, and I ain’t criedyou kept secrets like spores…

Cassette Station Alpha A Rhythm Remembered in Silence and Light Mina returned to Cassette Station Alpha as if dancing into the warm embrace of a partner fondly remembered. The station welcomed her …

Cassette-Hearted Julie woke up before the lights did.The blanket was too high on one side, too low on the other. The air in the pod felt flat. Her hand reached for the little square speaker beside …

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Wim, The Leaf-Leaper In the bend of a low, mossy branch where the sunlight trickled down like a slow thought, Wim the jumping spider crouched, coiled, and sprang.He was only the size of an eraser t…

Resonance Remains The Echo Beneath Form It does not sleep.It holds.Stillness saturates the substructure. No absence, no emptiness. Breath crystallizes into circuitry. Wiring coils inward, silently …

Elegy for a Spoon in Orbit They called it hunger once, a coded spark,A rhythm mapped beneath the skin and chrome.Not pain, not lack, but something soft and dark,A heat that made the hollow feel lik…

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And This Little Piggy Went to Norpulon 7 On the 232nd anniversary of the original Broman the Centurion, Gary will forget his sandwich.This will be what many a few will one day refer to as “A typica…

Monsters A child’s fears are easy to dismiss “Dad!” James opened the door to his son’s room, suppressing a sigh. “What’s wrong, Hunter?” “The closet, Dad.” Hunter’s voice trembled. “Something’s in …

A Garden Inside the Silence We no longer dream in color.The nights hum through hollow marrow,a quiet static threading our veins,the towers blinking blindinto the sleepless dark.Memory loosens its s…

Hollow Alters We left the gardens untended,chose mirrors over windows,and forgot the way the earth hums under bare feet.We chased the shimmer of synthetic suns,traded the slow gold of real mornings…

Beautiful Sounds Iridescent conversations Wafting on the wind Flowing over love In waves of passion Dipping as pearlescent whispers Dancing across the skin Coalescing into clouds of hope Enveloping…

Celestial Murmurs whispers drifting on silver airbrushing over skin like lightfolding into soft waves of wonderthe air humming with distant songsrising and falling through open skyweaving threads o…

The Blink Conditional Trigger: Interrupt Three seconds. That’s all it was. Andre blinked a couple of times. His hand was hovering over a switch. He didn’t remember crawling this far. He stayed stil…

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Comet Cakes, Butterflies, and a Symphony of Squirrels Cordelia hadn’t realized how much she needed to be delighted until it happened. The shuttle doors opened, and Aurora Verge rushed into her. The…

The Loaf of Giving Jim will wake up with a start as a pigeon slams into his window for the third time that week. Jim will think, “I have to get that tinted so this stops happening.” Unb…