Writings

Writings
Miscellaneous Writings and Musings

Maelstrom

Maelstrom
A genie and her rock band

(Novel and Short Stories)

Steal Tomorrow

Steal Tomorrow
Murder, Mystery, First Love, and the End of the World

(Novel and Short Stories)

My Books and Stories

My Books and Stories
Where to Buy, Read, Download

Many Worlds

Time runs on narrow tracks

Parallel

Like two strangers in a room
not talking.

Where do the other rails lead?
I see them in the mist outside my window.
I can follow them for awhile,
led down a different path,
but my course always pulls me back.

Safe.

Understood.

I think I know where this track goes
but I’m probably wrong.

I wonder if  the other lines are illusions,
a mental game
made up
for fun.

If it’s not real, then nothing is
and maybe this isn’t my reality.

The cat is dead.

Schroedinger lied.

1 comments:

Alice Audrey said...

It's a quantum entanglement. Is the life you perceive right now the real one? Or maybe one of those lines disappearing off to the side is the real one. My dd and I were discussing something like this just yesterday while she studied for a science final.

June 6, 2012 at 4:32 PM