Category Archives: Prose

The Man Who Sits and Folds

He sits in silent zazen, ruminating his methods while it stares back at him, not giving any of its secrets like a sphinx with a riddle with no words. Canopying his existence are the four identical extremities, the hood to … Continue reading

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The Tale is You

“So here my Lady”, he gives her a note with a name and a number, “Drop me a line or a verse or two. Throw me a thought pebble, or a boulder, I’d read it through, as if it were … Continue reading

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Art is the Youest You You can You.

Art is the youest you you can you. Last July I wrote something that relates to the quote above. Aside from the blasphemy of beginning a post with a double quote, it stands to marry the two if only to … Continue reading

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This Quaint Monstrosity that Pillages Our Names

All the things that once had no names have now been claimed. Every single thing. Every single atom, pin in space, and thought in mind is processed. They will sift every thought there is, every thought I have. Even this. … Continue reading

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A Contract to Reading Someone

To the wondering Reader that has sighted this path, Do not read my word. Do not read my sentence. Do not read my headline and/or article and think you know me one iota. Those alone are insubstantial. Please engage in … Continue reading

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