Kurt Nelson

Memories to Prose

Pure prose flows from within. The world comes in and the world comes out. The little thinking machine has such a large capacity for memory, but unlimited capacity for creation. We can sit down at any time of day and make from our memory new memories...

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A Single Pot

He gives me the power to bring light with me wherever I go, visible to all but accepted by few. Why don't more carry it with them; wearing it in their eyes, their voice, their breath, their being?

Instead they carry darkness with them; a burden on...

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The Wave

I'm on a large ship, sitting on the deck, talking to her. Out at sea, you can see the true night. Looking in all directions, nothing but a black pool and a gray pool meeting on the horizon. We look up, and see not just tiny sparking dots, but years...

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Swimming Sick

I feel like I am in a swimming pool, swimming around the bottom. I hear only the high pitched whine of my nervous system, and the deep hum of my heart pumping. I'm holding my breath as long as I can and barely staying afloat. I can barely remember...

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A Perch

He's on a perch looking down at the room that is jumping for JOY! I'm in there somewhere, but it doesn't quite feel like here. But I start moving ever so slightly with the crowd, starting to feel the presence. It's here, but am I? No one is still....

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