Katherine D. Graham
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My stories usually present facts, supported by science as we know it, that are often spoken of in myths. Both can help survival in an ever-changing world.
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The Legend of My Dad
Personal identity is based upon memories that no longer exist. My parents, were members of the Greek and Italian diaspora, living in Canada. As a child, I was taught the rules and conventions of their translations of customs from their past. A child learns by mimicry, how to recognize and spontaneously react, to conventions. Experiences lead to memories, that are used to plan contingencies, for the future. My awakening, about the role my dad played in my life, evolved from the distorted memories of a child.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Men
DISTRACTION SPELLS THE WAY
Distractions, from a task at hand, help define regular patterns and irregularities. Distractions can lead to constructing the details of desired outcomes. Differences, between expectations and observations of what is desired, can lead to suffering. Detach. Dissociate from delusions of unfulfilled desires. Dare to discover what is disclosed by dancing with distraction, where frustrating limits are left behind.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Poets
A word search
The heirs to the kingdoms of rolling lands vast glimmering waters watched the sun set over the beach and moon rise over the waters. The scene created the character and quality of a dream. A streak of silver appeared as. a mermaid lifted herself up in the water. Her tail shimmered as part of the light of the setting sun. Her breasts were covered with two scallop shells. She locked eyes with the prince, standing on the rocky shores, with moonlight on his face. Their eyes locked. Time stood still. They were both pilgrims, looking for a new experience. This was destiny. They were attracted to each other but knew to maintain their respective distance. They adhered to the rules of formality known to merfolk and humans.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Music's charms . Runner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
I wake up in the silence of an early spring morning and hear white noise humming at different frequencies. The radio turns on. I remember my first clock radio. Programming a device, that avoided winding up the Big Ben alarm clock and listening to the clang, was a revolutionary concept. Local radio stations played repeating sets. They inspired a subconscious education and established local cultural norms.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Understanding
We had been married for years, before our cultural differences began to surface. When we were courting, our love accepted the differences of colour, economics and religion, but over the years, the attempt to ‘blend’ and create our own ‘culture’, had given rise to problems that were not atypical early in marriages.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
The Cephalophore's message
My dears, Do not be afraid of your unique self. If you are overwhelmed, self-soothing through addictive, excessive vagus nerve stimulation that promises connections, doesn’t work. Technology uses algorithms to manipulate beliefs. You are not smarter than ever.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Planar Reality
Damien wiped down the seat belt and head and arm rests. Since COVID, getting on a plane required a new ritual. After stowing his backpack, he sat back. Damien became familiar with the arm controls and adjusted the screen. He looked at the flight path. It was formed from a dissipating thread of jet trails, forming the treasure map that led to the dreamed of promised land. He had worked hard to be worthy of the dreams he had once imagined.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
To be, or not to be.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Magnified bits and pieces of a face formed within a kaleidoscope of spinning reflections upon splintered glass. The shadows changed the neutral beige into various shades of yellow, clay grey and moss green. Cold heavy clouds pressed down. The rains started. After three years of drought, everyone was still complaining. The parched land would not let the water permeate. There was flooding. The memory of former floods brought a wave of anxiety, suffocation, drowning. Gulping air through my mouth, my senses became sharp. I saw a bluish tinge. It signalled the beginning of the end. Most people shrug their shoulders in resignation, but I was prepared.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Horror
