Beyond Beauty

Thy beauty, fickle doth it play upon my youthful vanities. Radiant doth it burn upon my tender sensibilities. Passionately doth it wrest my gaze and redirect my steps. Insistently, doth it create smoldering sensations in my loins.   Heat, be the feeling on my skin. Damp, then, the beads on my brow. Pulsating, be the […]

If ever there was a time to look into the raw essence of your being, now is that time.

I have reconfigured. I have readjusted. I’ve reformed, and reconstituted. I’ve changed, converted, reverted, to a prior, livelier more vivacious version, that I tried to abandon, by pursuing the enlightenment, entitlement, enrichment, and unrealistic expectations of modern man.   I’ve shaken hands with my predecessors, and reconnected to those who laid the ground upon which […]

Filling in before filling out.

I intended to write this before the holiday.   Intending an, inspired by traditional ideas of love, passion, and romance, post, then, presenting a tempered, sardonic, counterpoint.  But, with scrutiny of this supposed holiday, I find that its existence feeds off of guilt, insecurity, compulsion, and unabashed commercial exploitation, of emotion, fragility, and a vacuous longing to […]

Open Heart Cataclysm (XIX)

Tristan rose, unhurriedly, from his kneeling position.  He turned, and made his way back to the bathroom.  He moved in a confidently, curiously relaxed manner. When he returned to his prior position, facing the mirror, he brought his hand up and regarded the object pinched between his fingers. It was several inches long, made of […]

Open Heart Fragmentation (XVIII)

As if struck by an intense arctic chill, time slowed to a desperate crawl, with each nanosecond feeling like prolonged seconds, or excruciatingly exaggerated minutes. The curious, planet like orb, slowly descended through the stale air of the bathroom.  It floated towards the counter with the speed of a slowly descending soap bubble. The black […]

Open Heart Assimilation (XV)

Tristan stood at the shore of an expansive lake.  He searched the twilight for a shore across the water, but he found little definitive evidence, beyond a far-off treeline, to determine an end to the liquid mirror. His feet impressed upon the soft, damp, ghostly, grey and silver sand.  He pinched small chunks between his […]

Open Heart Devouring (XIV)

With the fingers of his right hand still pinching the key, Tristan held the panel open, and his left hand maintained it’s grip on the large section of muscle and flesh.   Tristan was frozen for several moments, as he took in the unorthodox scene, reflected into his eyes from the mirror.  Several droplets of crimson […]

Open Heart Metamorphosis(XII)

Instead of a sharp, metallic, click, Tristan heard a high-pitched shriek.  The scream was so loud, and shrill, that he became momentarily disoriented.  His hands being otherwise engaged, Tristan was unable to shield his ears from the cry. The piercing wail was so intense that he had to shut his eyes to feel a sense […]