Quick! Turn left! “, Captain Winston orders as we approach the Cerebral Vortex. I will the ship to comply. We head east of Thalamus on the Polar Artery. Nothing good has come from the Frontal Lobe, so we continue towards Wernicke, hoping to make some auditory adjustments. The arterial rivers seem dryer than usual. “Perhaps a major blockage downstream”, Winston mumbles. We swerve sharply between grey folds as the ship fights to avoid the raised ridges of Gyri. The neuron detector deploys. Gloppy fluid, celadon-green, splatters against the lunette windows but this vessel, Lightbringer has not failed us yet, neither inside or outside The Brain.
wasteland uncharted
Mission: Return to Logic
cranial star search
For Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. Frank has introduced us to writing Science Fiction haibun. Sci-Fi was out of my comfort zone, so I gave it a whirl using a bit of cerebral terminology.
mishunderstood 