Submissions by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)

Hey, how is everyone? What goes on in your crazy life? What are you feeling? Are you losing your shit or holding it together? What are you learning? What are you into? What are you becoming?

So I’ve been taking things in by my particular approximation of senses, thinking things over.

It's good to be here with you again. It is good to share in this shadow of your happenings and interests. I look at things you post or send me. I enjoy them and you. I have no complaints.

We had a nice sit the other night in class, discussed mindfulness, present moment...

10/26/14 - 4:45am

I go to an old haunt, gone gloom still and shadow quiet by the hard amber light of intervening years. Ghosts of remembered motion flit to and fro, given strength of purpose by reflection. There I stood idly, or stepped with care, mindful of all that once lived in this transient place, unwilling to move those sullen spirits from slumber.

Gone for so long, my return would likely be met with a mixture of colors, of myself, projected upon surfaces. Bitterness, relief, amazement at all that had changed, amusement at what had not. Yellow, blue, green and...

Hotel rooms are sad places. A facsimile of someplace familiar. A lie. As a child, I lived in a lot of hotels rooms between the ages of 7 and 9. Back and forth, up and down the east coast, from Florida to New York. My father was often evading prosecution for sticking a knife in someone or other that had said or done something that ruffled his feathers. Dear old dad.

As a child, I loved staying in hotels. Every new room was a new adventure. A stranger's bed. A stranger's empty dressers and night stands. A curiously placed bible everywhere you go, almost without fail. Soda machines and...

December 8th, 2010
10 minutes after 11 in the evening.

I feel her coming. I know when she is imminent. I can hear the footfalls, as she steps away from the pavement. I can smell her, wanting me, it’s on the very scent of her. I had learned, in recent years, if you can become the man she longs for, she is your creature.

I open the door just as her fist comes down, the awkward lack of connection throwing her off balance. I pull her inside, against me. Yes, this is what you came for. Not a word, for this creature, is my creature. Mine to command.

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