The Meaning of Existence

A short-story of sorrow and loss.

Months Spent Preparing To Forget

We've worked so hard on something that doesn't really matter.

A Mute Tree

A Mute Tree In the mid noon of hot summer, scratching heat making man to swelter, stands, the tree Gulmohar laden with beautiful flower gazing at the sun in meditating posture

Small Tales for the Hurried - Number One

Jules blew a few scorching notes on his harmonica and watched the commuters rush for the morning train. No one slowed to listen. The train screeched to a halt and all boarded.

Perkins Brothers Repair Company - Part 1

Many a time have I mistaken Lloyd's heated conversation with a dissatisfied customer as the unbridled wrath of a vengeful spirit.

Powder, Perfume, Hormones

Neck a smooth, cylindrical mold As sheathe with fibers carefully rolled Pale, satin sheen artfully scrolled Grace on soft, silky strands doled In light, silted hologram to behold

Blood + Guts = Memory

In Dresden and Hamburg industries falling like dominoes
Cherry

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Poem

If we stand in her way

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