Cats against Schrödinger

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Cats against Schrödinger

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Scuttlebutt

Cats against Schrödinger

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Ever since the bases began going dark, the soldiers and officers have whispered to each other about getting pulled. Here, I’ve even heard plans to desert a couple of times. None of that matters compared to what I just heard. General Brand and Lieutenant Tico should have found a better place than the general’s office— his window is open, and I’m under the sile outside.

“General, you need to be rea...

Horror

Your Own Worse Enemy

Cats against Schrödinger

2 min read

Back in the real world, Howard’s pen was moving itself across the page as the events unfolded.

Gunnar’s double barrel filled with buck shot smelled of gun powder. Howard knew because the barrel was pushed up against his cheek. He wanted to run, but he was backed up against the wall of a gray barn. “I’m not who I seem to be, I promise.”

“You look like a shapeshifter to me.” Gunnar pushed the gun ...

Fantasy

Horror

Modern Day Elmer Fudd

Cats against Schrödinger

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What did you do?

I often wonder what I did

to end up right here, right now—

with galvanized fences

and old brick buildings

whose knocked in windows

go untouched, like they never mattered.

What did you do?

I don’t know, but I must’ve

ticked off a couple of angels

because the last time anyone

saved me, it was as a number

in their phone. They don’t even call it—

it’s just there under their

Good Sama...

Poetry

Before Paved Streets

Cats against Schrödinger

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In 1953, I lost everything in a rigged poker game in Mairi, Seoul. On the side of the street, I watched the thief, a Dr. Farci, walk off with my money and use it at the nearest whorehouse. He stayed there a good long time. When he left, a group of American Servicemen in an Army issued Jeep rolled off with him. They headed back to the war, and I was left to lick my wounds as a penniless hobo on the...

A Little Off The Chest

Cats against Schrödinger

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Rip that first line in half,

he didn’t mean to make you laugh

when the words wanted out,

though when he tried to shout

the letters just fell

like he was under a spell,

and his chest felt heavier still

so he grabbed a feather quill

and a bottle of ink

to write on instinct,

he knew no prose

but wrote like a rose,

leaving sounds sharp as thorns

with every word he adorns,

though still torn,

wea...

Poetry

Drama

Still Waiting

Cats against Schrödinger

1 min read

The dirt and dust packs

in my slacks and shirts,

and nervous sweat dries

right above my eyebrows.

I wake up to a yellow

and brown portrait of me

staring through the mirror

at the oily hair and soiled pours.

And how long since bar soap

scarred my psoriasis skin?

Since the good Lord made me

allergic to bread at communion?

I wondered if it was a message

that I can’t do good but don’t know,

and so I s...

Poetry

Siren‘s Stage

Cats against Schrödinger

1 min read

I often felt guilty after singing. The feeling took me, and I’d sway with the rolling tides, ebbing to tunes played with the sounds of the sea and sky.

Out in the horizon, I’d see them, though. A poor crew of men—hopefully just men anyways. I mean, I felt bad enough when they were just men, and it’s not like I wanted the ships to wreck.

Some might have said I had a problem. That I heard sounds t...

Fantasy

Horror

Leaky Pipette

Cats against Schrödinger

1 min read

I often wonder about that flutter

coming from my chest

And whether I’ll feel that high

where blood is pumping

and I don’t know why

but my palms are burning

And I breathe in one breath,

and feel my heart doing its best

to bring about unrest

Yet I lost the key to my chest

years ago— and there’s no crank,

no pump, that can break

the flow free or plumb

the blood like a set of pipes

where it’s leak...

Poetry

Stutter

Cats against Schrödinger

1 min read

What a thing felt

behind the threat of a belt

and when they stopped lashing,

they’d beat me into line

and when I’d try

to build life clean

they did their best

to burn my everything

so now, I stutter to myself

about daily things

and feel the room

to see if it feels clean

avoiding all others

to save myself

even if they

haven’t done anything...

Poetry

Peace Out

Cats against Schrödinger

1 min read

I believed them to

be true and tried to show trust—

all that, and I lost.

I walked the world lost,

and the cost was icy frost—

cut cold to the bone

but it seems they cleared

their docket, new toys in their

pocket—shut me out,

gutted like a fish,

served up with fries—oh, the lies,

promised the high pie

and now? The fall guy.

They can get high and lie nigh

while I walk away....

Poetry