Part 1: A little vignette of I was 6

When I was in first grade, I had just learned what the word "precocious" meant, and believe me, I was at that age smart enough to want to make such a creative projection into the future, a way to help me in the future, that I could not even believe my own ingenuity myself, and mark this opportunity to express at this young age which no one could with their less...

Jay, a child of 4 years, was on his weekend excursion to the nearby playground. The strange effect of the dusk that day was a yellow hue, that blew through the surrounding auras like a light with artistic pigment, and somehow because of the apporaching night, it was like half of the area on the playground had been chosen to be under straightforward darkness. So mathematical was this joke of half o...

Narrated from a 9 year old orphan:

I was ready to be welcomed into my new family, the Smiths, having endured many years, 3 years since I was 6, at a Chinese orphanage. The adoptive family’s house was huge, 3 floors even and modern, and part of a very comfortable neighborhood: in the suburbs of Georgia, and coming from an intrinsically different country, I resolved to make familiar the smallest spa...

The child:

Mary not only spoke softly but also inherited a mothers sense that was not questioned in which it befell herself, tightly worshipping herself in covering over others, rather than penetrating vaguely towards another, exiting through another if this one was not made of rotting wood. Mary stepped into the passing of life without the rightful paranoia, that firmly expressed can not be self ...

In a chamber of an Underground Railroad that was really underground, gems of good fortune were embedded through this below ground space with equal likelyhood given the submerged faculties this life of subway services: one for those travelling to hell, and another traveling to the light of day for young kids most most scared of school.

The world which underlings belonged to was extremely contrary ...

Eye of the volcano,

Open from the focal excavation

Site of it’s platformic base,

Pulses in energy, the green iris

Predicament glowing harshly

In dark and light rings around

Opaque Pupil: as it is deprecatingly

Named for the shards of tangible

Sediment it lets off into precious

Mining island earth dissolves

In visitation hands like igneous rock

But without glazed form as in ceramics:

Falling out c...

The scariest experience that could ever happen to me, that I acknowledged in imagination before, really occurred to me. I was in one of those glass elevators exposed in view to the outside of the building, and its glass containment did indeed stop without breaks. Falling falling as if the gears of latitude start and stop with activated defense against churning round steadily, in constancy. My head...