Jan Cronos

She lives next door and                    

when she opened the door to his curious  knock in shorts with sleeveless blouse, wide  gumdrop blue eyes and moist tulip lips, his mouth dropped in freefall while she stood undisturbed by his discomfiture -but how could she not hear the thumping heart, the sizzling blood, expanding veins, and when he sputtered, muttered excuses to prolong their exchange of prattle she played along and worse  she smiled.
 
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Innuendo   

a ripe atmosphere of denigration, insinuation as they insist that they are being persecuted by Them, those Others who are hell-bent. A hush as the air swirls with hints, a cloud of cinders drifting as if wood is burning, the air turning dark with spite in spite of declarations of peace of unity. Listen. Echoes of cursing, loud, harsh reverberate as if the clouds are amplifiers, reflecting back our words, our taunts, our sly derogations. It is deafening yet we listen to the repetition, dulled, our ears flooded, the wax melted and dripping with accusation. Is it too late for an insertion of ear plugs, for an intervention-source unknown-but surely it must come. Perhaps those unknown fliers, those unworldly saucers that observe us, and perhaps pity us will help, will cleanse the air with an acoustic device or maybe not. Listen, the voices grow louder, bickering-it’s sickening.

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Tears     

There is a rent in the sky and the rain pours down relentless, unrelenting. Are those rips from the claws of a humongous dragon escaped from some online streaming series or are those beasts creatures from the other side of the sky streaming in through the ripped curtain that separated our world from hell? And those drops that touch us scald like acid rain, not the torrent that made Noah build his ark but water made toxic by us. We shiver as the liquid turns cold and hear a voice crying. Looking up we see two enormous blue sky eyes, round, vaporous, moist, looking at us and weeping.

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The end of science  
 
Its terminus began centuries ago with Banaji. Opining logically, he revealed our brains are inherently narcissistic; we’re cognitively subject to implicit bias.  Unconsciously all humans are not objective. Therefore, there are no hard and fast facts only subjective sentences uttered or iterated by speakers either real or artificial booming from the Internet.  Since science prided itself on non-subjectivity, the establishment along with the populace decided it did not exist. This allowed folks to engage in as much
unhealthy behavior as they pleased. Plague followed.

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Choice Point   

Frost’s frosty roads had no apparent terminus so to decide which path to pursue, which meandering gravel strewn roadway to traverse in hope of finding a  paradisical world was as arbitrary as a coin toss in the absence of change. And this absence of change results in the absence of change-immobility. This causes mental conflict and anxiety. Either this fork in the road is a Freudian approach- approach conflict where two equally good alternatives present or avoidance- avoidance where two equally objectionable possibilities present. The outcome: resentment. In this there is a presentiment of disaster as, frozen, indecisive, and resentful, there is paralysis, ultimately self-punitive with progress halted. Hmm. Are we at such a choice point now?

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Author writes in New York City USA under the pen name Jan Cronos. The New York Metropolitan area provides a vast resource for creative writing, including backdrops, prose poetry, rhyming poetry, hybrid or experimental forms of poetry. The  author also writes flash fiction, short fiction and science fiction as well as various uncategorizable forms of writing.