Clayton M. Davis (S.C.A.R.P.I.)

A fun flash fiction I wrote a couple years ago based on a prompt from a local writing group contest. The large crowd hummed louder. Several A-level soldiers projected holograms from their chest sensors. One message read, “We Demand Immediate Maintenance!” Another, with flashing letters, said, “Your Heart Is Cold, Ours Are Not!” Yet another shown faintly, “NEW PARTS OR LEAVE CANADA NOW.”  The…

A comedic surrealist flash fiction I wrote for the April 2024 contest for the Writers’ Mill writing group. The genesis of the idea was a friend’s sharing of a Reddit post about the function of photons in quantum physics. I had fun with this one. The wind warbled through the plaza of the New New York Terrier Times Square. The fresh scent of seawater wafted in the air. Max, the chocolate…

Realizing our connection and oneness with each other and the universe, the basic underlying principle of the system of Reiki, is often enhanced in communion with others.

In December 2011, I had been receiving Reiki sessions for about four months and, despite my skepticism, experienced regular benefits and had a series of increasingly significant inner realizations. One night I was sitting in my car after grocery shopping and saw a man on the other side of the parking lot weeping as he was talking to a woman. I felt such empathy with him and had the thought and…

Self condemnation, standing at the edge of a lake, he whispers, into the mist, “Take me tomorrow. Let me starve today.” The disease inherent calls forth his injuries; wounds yet healed and forgotten in his heart’s distractions. He sways and shifts: standing in the roar of the Mass Mind, fearing the end of the world. He laughs at the new Liberation we would become, nothing but a mockery of the…

This is a flash fiction piece I wrote for a recent contest with the local writers group called The Writers’ Mill on the topic of “Euphoria.” I would love your feedback and notes. Kevin Jenkins pulled the prongs from the nape of his neck. He felt alive. Again. It was his third time that day charging into the hydrafuser. But he needed it. If he was going to finally close the deal with Procran, he…

Here I wait for the future to afford me all the dreams and destiny I call forth. Oh lord, hear my pleas I so long to stop being a sick man To breathe into the loss To keep finding myself lost. Now here I am waiting for your special magic,  so that I may not go insane,  and recover and uncover all the wounds  hiding underneath me.  Then, from the mist of the myths walling in my mind: “My…

put my love into the heat i will not welcome your defeat. scurry to your northern corners give me my soft love unawakened in southern skies your words won’t wound or keep me from this bliss prolonged delayed understated here i am to defeat you. so come, inside judge, give me your commandments, lay down your sentence. my free and furious pen will be my constant appeal and i will be…

Focusing on enhancing our wellbeing is anything but selfish, but actually critical to being selfless, to being able to fully show up in the present for others with kindness and compassion that can spread like wildfire and bring about positive change.

“Someone asked me, ‘Aren’t you worried about the state of the world?’ I allowed myself to breathe and then I said, ‘What is most important is not to allow your anxiety about what happens in the world to fill your heart. If your heart is filled with anxiety, you will get sick, and you will not be able to help.'” — Thich Nhat Hanh There are currently more than 22 armed conflicts taking place on…

You just continue to remind yourself there's nothing fucking wrong with you and be present for that neutral openness, that space in between thoughts where you truly exist, where you are already enlightened, where you are already perfect.

It was these reckless spinsthat put him in a daze.He could no more feel his eyesthen the reverberationsof his soulpulsating,devastating the rhythms in his chest.Scramble these eggs,scribble these letters.Catapult these fine linesback into his sinuses,making him whole,for the urgency of thisimpulsive moment.Then the drop,a legacy lost.Friends fled,contracts ended,a wife in the distance.Now in the…

I recently went to a local Buddhist event in which the teacher spoke of how, if you ask ten people if they want peace, nine of the ten would say they desire it. Yet, we live in a world rife with conflict, where many people distrust or are even frightened of one another, in large part because many people cannot find peace within themselves. But it got me thinking that if most of us want world…

I spent most of 2006 trying to get back to one moment. That moment came in April of that year when I was up all night reading Be Here Now by Ram Dass and smoking copious amounts of marijuana, completely engrossed by the content of the book and feeling myself rise out of my small sense of self. As the dawn of the day emerged, I had an experience of what then I might have described as touching…

I spent most of 2006 trying to get back to one moment. That moment came in April of that year when I was up all night reading Be Here Now by Ram Dass and smoking copious amounts of marijuana, completely engrossed by the content of the book and feeling myself rise out of my small sense of self. As the dawn of the day emerged, I had an experience of what then I might have described as touching…

This is a flash fiction piece for which I won first place in the Writer’s Mill July online monthly contest with the prompt, “I thought my generation was very lucky until…” I had a lot of fun with it, deciding to come at it with a sympathetic view toward the Baby Boomer generation on which I have been known to be too hard. Undivided By Clayton M. Davis It’s a beautiful early summer day, the sun…

She came to me  as a diseased memory, softly held at the edges of spacetime. She was everywhere, yet nowhere, something unseen in the brilliance of the Grand Central Sun. Here I stand, shaken, shaking off the ashes of my yesterday death. We were always meant to meet Now,  at this great pinpoint, a short phrase, whispered into the past, never forgotten; a returned…