THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. Paris’s footfalls rapidly struck the dusty, dirt road. Stomped into the air, gritty brown particles rose in small puffs around the spots struck by his feet, hung in the desert air for a long breath, then returned to the […]
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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/Closed
Hold out your hand in front of you, with your palm facing the ceiling. (Yes, please, play along.) Place into the center of your palm, an object that would rest there comfortably, and provide little strain. (Examples of such items may include a coin, pebble, paperclip, bottle cap, key, playing card, letter, small roll of tape, […]
Open Heart Anguish (XVII)
“You followed me?” she stammered. His answer was devoid of emotion. “That’s correct, I did follow you.” “You can’t be serious. This must be a joke.” “If I was acting a prankster, and my admission of tailing you when you left the house but a simple, roguish trick, this entire scene would be far more […]
Eron’s Void
Eron sat, placidly, palms down, atop the rough pine, at the long, cheap, unfinished, wooden workbench. In some considerations, in a different setting, and under alternative light, the bench may have been a table. But here, it was not. Eron tilted his head to the left, and glanced at the few dozen, closely-packed people, positioned […]
Open Heart Shadow (XVI)
Tristan walked toward the open door with an energetic swagger. He ignored the pitiful moans coming from the mangled figure behind him. He could feel a tingling rush of energy, power, and virility, surging through his body. It had been a considerable time since he had this type of sensation. He tried to recall when […]
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 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 […]
Open Heart Interlude (X)
When he opened his eyes, Tristan was taking in a simple, rustic, hotel room. The sheets upon the bed were rumpled, and the pillows were smashed, and folded in upon themselves. The minimalist accommodations were quiet, and still. Tristan’s shook his head back and forth languidly, shrugged his shoulders up and down, and then twisted […]