Monthly Archives: June 2017

There was a time when everything was changing,just as it is now. It was a time when I imaginedthe end of wanting might actually arrive. I don’t mind anymore about the wanting —whether it comes or goes — I don’t … Continue reading →

Hypnagogic loops of craving, loneliness, and pain — anxious premonitions of the future laden with regrets about the past — infiltrate the minds and hearts of sad imaginary beings in a ghostly realm of clashing mirages and conflicted conceptual fabrications. … Continue reading →

I have read the words of others, I have learned. Whatever I have learned, now I must unlearn. I will speak with my own words. At last, I must. My body is a canyon where a secret river runs. The … Continue reading →

My Darling, when you ask me what it is I like, I must tell you that I like the horizontal slant of late-day light pouring through the trees like warm and luscious syrup. Within that honey magic there is no … Continue reading →

This is what he knew from the dreaming. From what he remembered, this is what he told: the man and the giant were brothers at first. Who knows how long it was before the giant changed into a bird, and … Continue reading →

At the first light of day our canary awakens and begins to sing. He has a fine collection of songs, and as he watches the other birds outside his window, he gets inspired and wants to add his sweet voice … Continue reading →

Watching water droplets fall through the air and I am suddenly rendered speechless — who could describe the perfect suchness of falling water, grace falling through space, crystal drops forming into tiny falling things, wetness which dreams itself into discreet … Continue reading →

As a brief prelude to its death, his body had entered into a coma. Death would be its reward for having lived. Every body gets its own particular death which is meant solely for it, and no other body. Each … Continue reading →

It was the perfect murder — the victim was still alive. They were living just as before, unaware of any crime. They went to work, came home, ate dinner, watched TV. The next morning, they rose, got dressed, went to … Continue reading →

In cities around the world, trains filled to capacity with dead bodies pull into their respective stations right on time. There they disgorge their cargo of sullen smuggled corpses, somnolent stiffs who will gradually become alert and determinedly purposeful as … Continue reading →