Electromagnetic

For Irinka

Life was dim ‘til the High-Voltage Blonde,
Whose antenna crown sparkled like a wand.
Our eyes met and she revealed my true course,
Her chrome heels charged with gigawatt force.

Electric steps revealed a powerful figure,
As every light chased the super attractor.
Our desires made contact and gravity grew,
Then our lips connected, and every bulb blew.

Sparks showered the sky and electrons flowed,
Our souls transformed, a spiritual overload.
Against its current, the world became static,
Surfing this circuit of love, electromagnetic.

Others tuned to our rock shocking vibe,
And our couple grew to a virtual tribe.
“Our bodies hold potential,” she said with glee.
“Take my hand and experience pure energy.”

The city fused people into one smart machine,
Taking their knowledge but purging their dreams.
But our power builds civilizations that sing,
So we took to the sky on lightning wings.

Sparks showered the sky and electrons flowed,
Our souls transformed, a spiritual overload.
Against its current, the world became static,
Surfing this circuit of love, electromagnetic.

We play and spin and twist Reality for torque,
Creating a Cosmic motor and harmonic fork.
The polarity amps and dimensions blend,
So we’ll dance and laugh as we transcend.

Our fingers locked and we embraced forever,
As the attraction held our bodies together.
There birthed a new genre: digital romantic,
Energizing this circuit of love, electromagnetic.

Bringing That Funky Beat Down

a NICK BEAT single

Nick Beat studied the map in the sunlight, a beautiful hand drawn waterfall with a walkway along the cliff. A vibrant Brasilian village lined the river at the top.

His companion was flustered. “No, this isn’t right,” Maria said, poking her golden-brown head from behind the map to look at the actual land. The village was in ruin, crumbling buildings overgrown with vegetation. Only the beautiful waterfall remained, and its proud blue flow.

Her long black hair blew in the breeze. “Why would my father hide a studio here?”

Nick was confused. “Why would a musician set up in a waterfall canyon?” The map bent in his hands, revealing Nick Beat’s square black sunglasses and tanned bruised face. “For the acoustics,” he said, and snapped the paper back rigid. The map put their days-long adventure into perspective. All that was left was to find the legendary funk hero Marco Zaya’s lost studio.

“You continue to justify your price.” Maria said. “Your agent was right.”

“She knows you send a musician to find a musician,” Nick said. “And I’m a one man band.”

Maria laughed. “A band without instruments.”

“I’ll play if the mood strikes,” Beat said. “You hired me to bring you closure.”

Nick again glanced at the poem written in the upper right corner.

Sing to me, Lady in My Heart.
I hear your voice across the land, this land I love.
Sing to me, Lady in My Heart.
I will always be with you, even when I’m gone.

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Rites of Passage

A brilliant battle raged in the east, between a bloodied boy and bruised beast.

Brandishing his blade, he bobbed and weaved, and bounded as his enemy heaved.

Though bearing a bite, the boy stabbed meat, now a Man seizing foe’s last heart beat.

Elsewhere, night slew day and streaked maroon in the sky; its majesty lost on all but a few.

But she grew wings as her spirit rose high, and flew with glee as strong breeze blew.

The universe revealed all that was true, so she rode the new wind and danced for the moon.

New Myths and Techno Prophecies: How Fantasy and Sci-Fi Prepare You For A Weird World

Thomas Ligotti’s “The Town Manager” ends with the narrator offered the leadership role in a new town, a position that he has discovered from decades of exploitative policy leads to the slow destruction of the town but fattened wallet for the Town Manager. We are left asking if he will take the role, and how he would shape a society given what he’s seen. Fiction creates simulations able to portray the workings of human nature and reality, and the powerful flexibility of genre gives us untold ways to build a story off of core ideas. Weird tales translate supernatural elements into a contemporary setting, but it also branches out into two other genres that either uses magic and the occult or science and technology to reveal how the world is truly governed. Robert E. Howard’s fantasy story “The Phoenix on the Sword” and George R. R. Martin’s science fiction short “Sandkings” give us two different answers to “The Town Manager’s” leadership dilemma, from the ground as a king leading men or from above as a god pulling the strings of fate from behind the veil.

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