by R.K. Puma

-- To my friends still in asylum --

If you are on the right
side of the moon everything is
as it should be, but when Lunacy
comes phasing baby, then you see
the positive as in a photo
negative, and what is is not only what is,
but what you are positive of, might be.

If you ain't been there,
don't ask.
You're no accident,
there are none. It's no accident
who you're hanging with either.
It rhymes, if not
totally rhythmic:

New World series - Creation Jenn Scerra

It's no accident
how long you last
but you rise if you can
and you wane when you must
you must trust
you must last
while you sedate
yourself, because you see
a different reality.

Opposite things are true,
not just because realities
differ. Lunacy, an ambition
where death is the beginning:

we who are blessed know
the gamut of realities,
because ages after returning
we remember all,
it lurks.

We cannot control the waxing
nor the ebbing, but we know
that our cycles, when we can disrupt
them are an effort
to become less predictable,
fooling the clock winder
who doesn't really exist-
as some of us know
though some of you
swear by-- of course language
is not so inadequate
as is understanding.

from "Litotes of the Unforgotten"

R.K. Puma lives in Willoughby Spit, where start-ups usually denote jumper cable situations. Six digit inquiries emanate from Silicon Valley East (Northern VA) but little cash flows from there to the Spit: the web feigns an interest in telecommuting but wants a warm body to go with it. Getting stinking rich would be nice, but work that feels like play is right up there.

R K started webbing in fall of '96, making pages for experience, then addiction. R K got noticed: Geek of the Week at hotwired.com and the sublime honor of being published by web luminaries at glassdog.com and afterdinner.com. Her work appears in diverse media, literary journals, more widely recognized publications, and for individuals and businesses.

E-mail R.K. Puma at rkpuma@aol.com