On the Existence of Phantoms

I first noticed them by accident, a brief reflection in the glass face of my phone, something about the outside layer of the glass and the underside layer. The images of their movements were revealed in the separation of the wavelengths of light or the split moment when photons travelled out of synch with each other as if I could see two perspectives simultaneously. Over the years I have perfected a visualizer, essentially a series of glass plates, constructed to render visible these phantoms, or at least their comings and goings.


There is a place where two rivers meet, emptying themselves to form a new river, a great confluence to birth a waterway large enough to carry commerce to the open sea. This place is seen as a great beginning, giving life to the surrounding community. I see the death of two rivers, one with the cold dark waters rolling down from snow peaked mountains, the other tinged with the silt of the plains and the runoff from many lakes. Some see three rivers; I see the one predator and the two meandering prey.

confluence of two rivers, the Green River, and the Colorado River

The Blood Red Sky

Red sky, rich with the blood and sand of ancient times, a swirling vortex of anger and greed fueled by a lust for crude polymers. You footprints mingle with mine, decades apart yet arriving at the same destination: a ceramic fire, a forest of bones and fossils. Fight for this land, against the invaders, and die alone left in an unmarked grave to sleep and dream of a streak of blue water, clear and clean. Wash, then, in the blue water, seven times, and seven times again.

Guest of Honor

Long flight. He wasn’t used to it any more. When young, he flew all the time, riding thermals or dashing in and out of clouds. Now, his red scales faded to a dull pink, moving his wings, even to stretch, left him regretting the effort. Still, he’d promised he’d be there for the gathering and if he didn’t quit dilly-dallying around, he might not make it there at all. Imagine that, a dragon arriving late for his own funeral b

Crustaceans from Alpha Centauri

Saturn lost its rings today. I know because I saw it happen. The rest of the world won’t know about it for another 79 minutes or so; that’s because what I saw was a vision. True, but a vision nonetheless.

You’d think seeing things no one else does, like my visions, or the random hallucinations of animated kitchen ware, might be disturbing. Turns out, I fancy them. Who wouldn’t want to see random hand patterns slapping out the beat of a song on the radio, or small black stones marking a path I should follow? The colors I’ve seen I can’t express. You’ll have to take my word for it. It is an awesome experience.

So anyway, I’m not sure why Saturn lost its rings, but it may have something to do with the small black hole that was deposited in orbit around the gas giant by our neighbors in Alpha Centauri. I’ve seen them before, but most of the time the crustaceans had been content to send messages to us telepathically or stir up a few sea creatures to encroach on the shoreline. The weird behavior never seemed to be permanent or very dangerous, except for that presidential election thing. They admitted it was a mistake but what can you do? What’s done is yesterday. Tomorrow is the important day. They ought to be in orbit above Earth by then. I wonder what they’ll drop in our orbit.

I’m sure going to miss my visions though. They colors are amazing. Trust me.