Archive for the ‘Transmigrant Blues : Round 4’ Category

Transmigrant Blues by Indi Riverflow

Tuesday, July 17th, 2007

Is it the story of a girl having flashes from her past life?
…or a writer imagining his future destiny?
Is the girl insane? Is the writer vain?


Delivering the News – Round 4 : Page 1

Thursday, June 5th, 2008

“Sorrow sometimes teach a lesson well,
And I know that good can come from bad
So let’s look into that morning Star
‘Cause you know just who you are…”


Guilty on all Counts – Round 4 : Page 2

Friday, July 4th, 2008

“Maybe three months until you start showing symptoms, if that. From there, it’s rapidly downhill. Bedridden in six months. Your type of malignancy has a survival rate of about five percent at a year. There are always miracles, of course.”


Suicide Suddenly Seems Attractive – Round 4 : Page 3

Sunday, August 3rd, 2008

Suicide suddenly seems very attractive.

Guns are for psychos; hanging and wrist slashing for halfhearted gestures. I’ve always been terrified of heights and there’s no way on Goddess’s green Earth I’m spending my last seconds watching a sidewalk or ocean rushing up on me. I’ve gotten plenty of that in cold-sweat nightmares.


Don’t Fear the Reaper – Round 4 : Page 4

Wednesday, January 14th, 2009

Maybe this is the wrong approach. There is opportunity, true, to embrace death in my own fashion; but do I thereby win? Is blinking out with a minimum of discomfort and maximum dignity the only available goal? It seems meager.


Astral Projection – Another World – Round 4 : Page 5

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

Fortunately, I live not far from the hospital, and soon arrive in my crescent-shaped driveway, pulling in behind the RV and boat. I unravel the various locking mechanisms and punch in the alarm deactivation sequence.


The Body & Brain of God – Round 4 : Page 6

Saturday, April 4th, 2009

The music turns queer, distorted, choppy, sounding nothing like the well-worn Israeli psy-trance tracks that I know I set to play. It’s as if it’s being twisted through a time warp, so I’m hearing some beats and tones before the ones they follow.


Heaven – Round 4 : Page 7

Saturday, June 19th, 2010

When I open my eyes she is before me, a radiant angel in a shimmering pale blue gown, quite literally glowing with K-glare and the background of strobes. Her lips are moving, but, curiously, making no sound; then I remember the fifty decibels of music, to which I had become totally numb. I quickly reduce it to conversation level.


Directed Metempsychosis – Round 4 : Page 8

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

I stretch and blow out a pungent cloud of smoke rings. “I want to go to a concert or rave every night for the rest of my life,” I declare, passing the joint. “Come party with me. We’ll spend all my money. We can have large orgies here. I want to dance my life away.”