Monthly Archives: November 2015

the benefits of meandering rubbish

I sat quietly in the blue lines. There wasn’t a lot of silence right then. My cloud was floating on its leash. Not a lot of noise either. Just some wiry sounds as the inky strings of clothes dragged on … Continue reading

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amalgamated carts

Flashing through the grey, soul of the forest- that wagon- or was it a mutated cart- or an amalgam of a bicycle and an old shed- Springing on the road- the road of colors- hanging from its threads- threads of … Continue reading

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our endless chatter

I wonder if our endless chatter give birds-especially sparrows- in general as much musical pleasure as their chirping conversations give us. I mean I know some of it might be just that normal boring small talk like “Hi fellow bird! … Continue reading

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Prayers for Beirut, Baghdad, Paris, and for all the others, even unknown…

I pray for you all- May God guide you through this time! The attackers- who have lost their humanity- wish to divide us all, human beings- of all races- of all faiths and belief systems- Buddhist/Christian/Jewish/Taoist/Hindu/Sikh/Atheist/Agnostic/Muslim, etc.- and we cannot let … Continue reading

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What Whispers Look Like

Hanging in those blue, gossamer, shimmery, almost insubstantial, subtle, silent, movement, like when the bamboo  woods behind grandfather’s house turn blue-grey- like when the whole world turns grey-shapeless- almost- grey lumps floating like cymerings in that surreal dream world- just … Continue reading

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Oh the Lies that we tell! (told in definitions)

Freedom of language: to make, or using whatever use of whatever entity, including word or vegetable, that one wishes, regardless of the ever-prudish language-police. Non-literal: the best enjoyment one gets is in the mutterings of one’s own mind- no matter … Continue reading

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Watch, in Spooksville, by Christopher Pike

Watch, in Spooksville, by Christopher Pike Watch stared out at the hazy spidery mess of the sunset over spooksville. The small town seemed like it was being thrown around between all its monsters- or maybe it was throwing them all … Continue reading

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