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Black and White each had doubts that the other existed, but for White the question had consequences. Read the rest of this entry »

—So, what are we looking at here?
—You tell me.
—It’s a . . . smudge, right?
—Charlie says it’s the human soul.
—He also thinks gluons are guardian angels.
—That’s hard to disprove too.

We’ve seen it all in this lab, at least the tiny stuff, and we couldn’t observe it without the instruments. In other words, every day we press our noses against the nearly invisible.

—It moves.
—It’s been doing that all day.
—I’m not used to seeing anything move.
—Well, no, we look at dead things.

Not technically dead, I guess, not always. Ultrathin slices of cellular tissue have life in them you could say, but they don’t move. That’s different.

—What’s your theory?
—Malfunctioning equipment.
—And if it isn’t?
—Flawed observation.
—And if it can be replicated?
—In other labs? By other observers?
—Yes.
—Mass hallucination.
—Are you sure you mean mass?
—Serial hallucination.
—Induced by?
—Undue influence of prior results.
—But how do you explain the first results?
—Malfunctioning equipment.

Yes, we talk like this, at the lab, and at home. Bullying me with dialectic on the job serves a scientific purpose. At home, it pisses me off and ruins his chances of getting me into bed.

—Have you rebooted the scanner?
—Hoping it will disappear so we won’t have to explain it?
—Yep.

That would suit me too. I thrive on white shadows of anti-matter in my professional and my personal life. If fluctuating charges in rogue electrons could explain my partner’s bitchy behavior, I’d be relieved, but the soul? No. If we’ve found it, and it’s confirmed, there’s an end to wiggle room. We’re together but single because he gives me room for doubt. Anything that proves itself makes me squirm, and I’ll want out. Of course, that’s only a theory.

Copyright © 2008, 2025 David Hodges

The next day, I understood French. Standing by the curb in my bathrobe and slippers on a frosty morning, looking for the paper in the shrubs, I saw the sparkling blades of grass and heard the crystals crunch beneath my feet in a suburb of a suburb of New York City—all right, Jersey— Read the rest of this entry »

When I’ve finished writing my dictionary, things will be different in this world among English-speaking people and between you and me. When we first learned them, words were something hefty we could thrump with our knuckles the way we test a melon. Read the rest of this entry »

Yes, we understood it was a provocative topic. That’s why we chose it. To provoke thought. Next.

No, the question is not racist. It’s a speculation about race. Let’s be clear about that. Next.

Well, because it’s frankly ridiculous to base admissions entirely on test scores. Read the rest of this entry »

Dear mother, father dear sisters, dear wife, babies I am not sadness dying. That pain does not kill me. The stronger is making me I am sure when I work too long if I will ever come back. You send me everything from your letters that home is new. You are spending my money I hope. Read the rest of this entry »

We first noticed changes at the library where we thought books knew their place. Every morning the new librarian had to track down The Wanderers and return it to its shelf. Read the rest of this entry »

The girl who circled the world traveled sometimes by water, sometimes by wind, arrived always lightly carrying nothing but what she knew, departed again when she had delivered it all. If they were wrong, the lessons she taught, she taught wrong lessons well. Read the rest of this entry »

He wasn’t always the man who swallows light bulbs. He did at one time have an act. Like many others, it amounted to filling in blanks: an adjective noun of noun and adjective noun, it verbed across the noun when the noun was adverb, but when it fell, it fell like a load of bricks. Read the rest of this entry »

A runaway trolley is racing downhill. If I hurry to the switch, I can divert the trolley to another track, that is, if I understand switches. Sunlight crinkles on the storefront windows, Read the rest of this entry »

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