from my unpublished second collection
1.
He seems stiff, ill at ease. He taps the ground with an old-fashioned cane as if feeling for the trap door, someone stranded here from the Old World. He wants to get back, but he can't.
He thinks this era is a gaudy carnival piñata painted gold, technology’s false miracles packed inside.
Too bad. Once you kill a living web, you can’t bring it back.
2.
Another prize: the freedom to do the opposite of what your gut is telling you. And another: the soldier who didn’t step up to stop what was happening, but wouldn’t join in.
It's possible to snuff out the lamp each one of us keeps in a niche inside, but only you can do it, and only to yourself, and you have to try and try.
3.
The student revolutionary who wished and wished, till one day he awoke in the future. Success! He lives here a while.
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First published in Field
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