Musings of JR Simmang

She was a female from all outward appearances, and she appeared to be nearly human. Probably Delvian. I remembered seeing old features from pre-scorched Hollywood of this mythical race of people called Elves. Turned out to be not so much a myth. Delvians had pointed ears and slightly larger eyes. There was something mystical about them, like they could always peer into your soul.  And, they were uniquely sensual. At least to me. I was certain she was Delvian. “Anazia?” She nodded. “Then, where am I supposed to be?” “When.” I shook my head in confusion, my stomach clenching again. “Now?” “Now, you should not be here. You do not belong in this biopool.” “Biopool?” She let out an exasperated sigh. “Yes. Bio. Pool. You do not belong in this biopool.” “Look, I’m kind of new to this leaping from one place to another, and I just got jettisoned out of a nexus, and now I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.” Anazia looked past ...

She stopped moving. She stopped shaking, she stopped beeping, buzzing, and my sweat and blood froze in the cabin in front of me. Timeless. I was staring out at the nexus. The Endemon was perched at the edge of the creation of space. And, I found it, here, in the Kartegan sector. At least, I thought that was where I was. It, this nexus, was outside my window, shifting in and out of focus, an inflating and deflating balloon, a magician's scarf trick, a fractal explosion of kaleidoscopic color, one second blue, the next red and orange. It was crystalline, the sharp edges ripping through the surrounding blackness, tearing it like a knife and exposing me to the other side of the universe, then it was soft and tumbling on itself like the bubbles in a bathtub. It vacillated, varying in size so that I couldn't get a proper estimate of how large or small or far or close it was. I had to take measurements. I had to take readings. I shifted, rapidly moving my fingers over th...

Bleak, they told me. Cold, they said. That the stars don't look the way they do once you get off the ground. That the only truth I'll find is loneliness. When my ship has only enough room for me and equipment, loneliness comes with the title and deed. People, I mused, were always different in secret. Sometimes, the only person they feared was the person staring back at them in the mirror. I was lucky, I supposed, to be able to surround myself with good people.   I inhaled sharply through my nose, sniffed, and reached over to my notepad to scribble some notes about the passage of time in absolute zero, when the solar storms cease, and the dark matter matrix has been exploited for its holes. Here, even light is afraid. The Endemon , my vessel named for the first man to pull past light speed, hung in the Kartegan sector like a ripe plum seconds after falling. I quickly closed the window shield, and shook my head to refocus before I adjusted the nodes to scan f...

It burned within me, though it wasn’t as consuming as it had been in the past. When she was by my side. “You can’t kill- hell, you can’t even hurt someone with your a piece of computer paper.” But the words left my mouth much sooner than they should have. He wasn’t an ordinary assassin. He was a Dragonmancer of the House Blood Lotus. All he needed was a piece of paper. His grin twisted into a gnarled root, and he shook the ground with a guttural laugh, black tentacles of energy snaked from his back, and he was enveloped in a sheath of shadow. His fingers worked quickly on the paper, folding and folding and folding, luminous flashes shooting from fingertip to fingertip. His eyes ignited in a blue flame and the dragon he had been folding leapt from his palms. The movies have battle all wrong. There’s no clever tete a tete, there’s no reparte. There’s no exchange and dances, no evading by bounding off walls. There’s shouting, and desperation. No one wants to die anymore. Not sinc...

MARS, GOD OF WAR Upon the bristling waves of the sun's gracious heat, our children will search in silence unending. ANIMALS DO NOT PANIC As the midnight cloud rode on the warm ocean currents, the orca bit at the shark, ready for more. -JR Simmang MEASURE TWICE I. Grandpa stood by, cigarette burning to the cotton, because he liked to roll his own and his doctor knew he would never quit so he at least conceded cotton, watching as I threw the two- by- four to the ground, shouting obscenities like the ones he taught me because my parents never would, and kicking the dirt until the dirt even grew angry at my insistence. When I asked him why he was so calm knowing that I would never finish my 4H project, he said, "Measure twice. Cut once." II. My car stalled on the highway on my way to financial peace. My eyes spread along the details work, the last of my pennies in an effort to console myself against the aging dollar bills in my pocket, and I...

If a tree falls in the wood, and no one is there to hear it, does it still make a sound? - George Berkeley, c. 1710 PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE Stand there, young one, with your hands cupped around your mouth and band arm in arm with revolutionaries lined up like clipped-winged canaries. SHOUT, you yell, SHOUT! SHOUT! BARK! BARK! BARK! foam all about your mouth. Are your legs tired from constantly being mired in the thick and fetid molasses, the ignorant and -ist masses? The winds keep blowing, blowing, blowing, and you're showing, showing, showing, your creaks and cracks, and lip smacks, your teetering, tottering fronts and backs, your noise and toys and crocodile tears hidden in the foliage of your fake fears are going to topple you over, kid. And in the streets, they'll make their bid carving you up to shove you in your coffin stretched out over your skin. A tree will fall in the wood, and crush the ant, the boar, the stream and brush. A tree that stood fo...

As I sat in Mrs Cameron's 4th grade classroom, staring out the window at the yellow sun, I pretended I could fly around the world and stop trains and shoot lasers from my eyes. Who didn't want to be Superman? I wondered. Who wouldn't want to be able to outrun a bullet? Who wouldn't want to catch bad guys? Who wouldn't want to save the world? Krypton was a real thing, after all. It was as real as the oxygen we breathed. There it was: certain, indisputable proof that Superman could be me. My eye spied that giant Kr nestled underneath the Ar, sidled up against the Br, and the word NOBLE drifting over to me in waves, crashing into my white knight complex and filling my lungs with the sweet oxygen. But, we don't breathe oxygen, as I learned that day. The air around us is mainly nitrogen. It's colorless. It's odorless. It's invisible. And, when it bonds to oxygen, it makes us dizzy, makes us vomit, makes us sick. A...