Dashboard Horus: A Bird's Eye View of the Universe

  Getting Off That Train         The Expo Line train turned north after stopping at USC. It rumbled along, full of passengers heading home from work or school or heading to work, depending on their schedules. There were elderly ladies with shopping carts and young men with dreadlocks holding phones that played hip-hop. A couple of old men were nodding out, slumping in their seats. A girl who may have been a student was burying her face in a book while another student was reading his Kindle one line at a time with his finger.     The train came to a stop. It was not the next station. No one said anything because trains often stopped for a minute or two for unknown reasons. But the train stayed still and silent for more than a couple of minutes.      “Not again,” said a young man. His friend nodded and remarked “Third time this week.”       People continued to do whatever they had been doing but there were a few murmurs. ...

  James Barros lives in Los Angeles. He is an active mason and thelemite. Icarus I found Icarus dead hung from a tree his parachute unfurled  like clouds of celestial halls  and blood at his feet  like the wet flapping end  of an infantryman  I found Icarus dead  by the side of the road  his body still warm  scent still there  and his holes defiled  by beast and and man  I found Icarus crying  and begging at my feet  to silence the noise  of rushing air   © 2025 James Barros