Apr 12 2007
Aliena nobis, nostra plus aliis placent
- Publilius Syrus -
Green children perch on tiptoes to reach the crayon-wax sun, cicada-giggling to the squeak of fog-swing. The crayon is Helios Red, screaming the flesh from the mist; a dawnmoses parting the decrepit…
Apr 08 2007
A short piece of semi-prose I found in my archives:
When the lemon-wedge of the sun had burnt a sullen ember—when our hearts took on stones and water—we could not have seen, you and I, just how devastating the dusk can…
Apr 07 2007
The waves speak quietly to me
When the tempest sleeps deep beneath.
I wish that I could give to you
The sun before it weds the west.
— Jason Byron —
Far off now, the beach is a thin strip of dried oatmeal, brittle and…
Mar 24 2007
Deep in the apricot’s tumultuous heart the hornet hums
—Melvin Walker La Follete
Thousands of years ago, beyond the pale of recency, in Lushan, China, a local doctor asked cured patients to plant apricot trees in their backyards in lieu of…
May 03 2006
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In The Beginning, there was God. Of course, this isn’t very specific at all. God existed, so to speak, at 7.41 am on a very drab Tuesday morning. At the time, God found…
Feb 09 2006
a tragic work of tremendous import wherein metaphorical Man is released from the bondage of apathy only long enough to produce and consume a beverage of historical significance before lapsing recidivistically into prior doldrums, an event which causes him to…
Feb 04 2005
“In this story,” he began, “we’re going to communicate the absurdity of life. I believe this is called ‘nihilism’”
“But,” his counterpart interjected, “doesn’t nihilism also entail that communication is impossible?”
They lapsed into silence. Finally the First said, “Isn’t destruction the…