short fiction prose

Spoken Word

So it came to pass, that one morning I awoke, and the Serenity Prayer snapped into place within the folds of my grey matter.

After so many years, the ghosts populate more of my reality than does the corporeal, and I can barely take a step without tripping upon one.

I’ve courted chance and change, and in so doing I’ve lived multifarious existences within this singular life. I feel closer to the end of life than to the middle of it.

I feel it most when I must time travel. When the genesis of a new spirit causes my returning to an epoch for which I was ill-suited, unprepared or undereducated, I must wrestle with understanding what part of me now was formed then.

I ponder the question: If I had known the outcomes, would I have undertaken my plans differently, more fearlessly, more carefully, less guardedly?

Can I use the answer to that query to extrapolate a lesson about my present choices?

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

(The phantoms)

“Courage to change the things I can,

(Their nature)

“And wisdom to know the difference.”

(Act forthwith in a manner that reflects the education gleaned from the specters.)


Step one….


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photograph by Meiying Ng



VK Lynne

VK Lynne is a writer and musician from Los Angeles. She penned the award-winning web series 'Trading on 15', and her writing has been published in Image Curve, The Elephant Journal, GEM Magazine and Guitar Girls Magazine. She has authored lyrics for three of her own solo albums and for the bands Vita Nova, stOrk, and The Spider Accomplice.

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