transform — updraft

updraft

Wed, 24 Oct 2018 00:29:33 +0000

About updraft and its author

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Dance

Wed, 22 Aug 2018 01:37:49 +0000

i have cracked my own inner shell and find a dance chaotic unfathomable

a choice

to stay the observer calm and detached like a lotus risk becoming a lotus eater

or abandon self to dance

only within the dance mystery gives way pattern emerges meaning forms intense

enough with faking the sage

i am swept high and low my feet hurt mind aches breathless alive!

#poem #freeverse #transform 2018-07-15

ON AIR

Fri, 03 Aug 2018 20:58:58 +0000

It was snowing, and both DJs had called in sick to the tiny radio station. “Put the emergency all-night tape on,” they said.

No. He’d prayed for this. If not now, when?

Heart pounding, he went to his locker and changed. He was alone, it was radio, no one could see, but he felt more relaxed.

The ON AIR sign flashed red, the signature sax solo played, and a sultry feminine voice said, “This is WIJZ, and you have Simone riding with you through the night.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

“Some of our advertisers have pulled out.” Big Boss man was speaking. It was the morning after. “But I’ve seen how our social media lit up, and I’ve already got new advertisers in place. Sure, there’ll be a hiccup in cash flow, but I can read trends and long-term it could be better.”

He paused, and looked at the ratings again. “Simone, right?”

I nodded.

“How’d you like to quit your tech job, and do that night slot full-time?”

#prose #story #transform 2018-07-23/24 / 2018-08-01

Escape

Fri, 03 Aug 2018 20:55:46 +0000

It's cold out here in the wasteland, but it was colder in the city.

They thought me one of them, but I changed. And I got out before they realized, before I became sport, prey, kill, to prop up their insecurities. They don't like different.

I'm a coward, please forgive me. I didn't fight. I just thought of myself and ran. But I promise I will return to help others. To escape. Or fight. What else is there?

#prose #story #horror #transform 2018-07-20