What is love, baby don't hurt me, and so on and so forth. Haddaway played it twice that evening. The entire set was four songs. I had been taken there by my GF, who had been taken there by her friend, who had been taken there by his friend, who drives the Metro and looks … Continue reading What Is Love | an answer?
Category: flash
Reverse Cosmic Horror | obligatory animal POV story
Even if two Pacific octopuses succeed in copulating without a scratch, they both enter a stage called senescence. It's a "dementia-like" state that begins soon after mating and only ends with death. Lulled by the warm seabed currents I did sleep and have a dream. I was swimming across our vast dark, scarcely a blade of grass in … Continue reading Reverse Cosmic Horror | obligatory animal POV story
FINAL BOSS | a video-game prose poem
< *~ * him at 23. observe.↓* ~ * > Old armor creaks as Boy touches knee on ground. Tower looms in the distant night. Showtime. "COME ON, BOY. COME SAVE PRINCESS." They go to her with peacock glaives; they go to her with dragon horses. Younger, faster, more vicious. What's this old knight to … Continue reading FINAL BOSS | a video-game prose poem
a prayer for stillness | a prayer
There was no dancing around it: I had found Jesus in a hole in the wall. His Grace shone at me through the tiny tunnel of crumbling concrete. I kept fingering that unlikely home of His yearning for the tip of me to reach and caress him, an embrace I hadn’t known I needed my … Continue reading a prayer for stillness | a prayer
Mátyás Király | a Budapest nightmare
F̵̯̰̦͕͕̀͑͑̅͒͑̋́͘o̷̤̭͔̝̤̼͛̐̊̽̾͝r̸̡͚̝̬̲̫͖̜̐̾̏̔̎͘͠ͅ ̸͎̘̙͉͌͂͂̆̽̂̑͛̏̽M̷͖̍͜ḁ̵͖̝́̉̌t̵͔̽̒͋̐̅̈́̅ý̴̛̠͉̭͔̜͚͇̲̗͂͆̔́͗ͅá̷̧͈͇̬̪̝͇̀̈́̓̕͘s̵̪̫̯͔̱̠͓͙̫̅͛̚͝ for shame One day, I will get off the tram, cut to the narrow side-street, on time for a change, I will find the rolled-up shutters over the run-down doors, put my hand in through the missing window, turn the handle, walk down the stairs, the lights will be off, but that happens, … Continue reading Mátyás Király | a Budapest nightmare
The Game | social anxiety kōan
It's hard ∅ • Ꙩ to talk ∅ • Ꙩ about the Game ∅ • Ꙩ without making a fool ∅ • Ꙩ of oneself. That's partly because it's ∅ • Ꙩ the game's nature ∅ • Ꙩ to change itself ∅ • Ꙩ all the time. And the game ∅ • Ꙩ has been … Continue reading The Game | social anxiety kōan
Star-crossed | towards a personal philosophy of love
They asked the man who fell to Earth: what do your people make of love? He replied: "I've seen empires disintegrated in the flash of a solar flare and crumbling suns swallow themselves into black nothingness: nowhere have I seen a force that matches love. Love is polymorphous like the forest yet pervasive like mist. … Continue reading Star-crossed | towards a personal philosophy of love
the friends we keep | a Grand Guignol
I think about the friends I've stuck with over the years and come up with certain commonalities: They're all weirdos They all enjoy holding opinions The opinions don't have to make sense They have all survived the Coronaphage Home is the place where you can argue freely and also the place where there is ample … Continue reading the friends we keep | a Grand Guignol
quarantine fear | a note
"At least I got to write my novel," he last thought to himself as the health department put all his belongings to the torch.
The People Who Stay After The Party | a misadventure
Though the party had been a failure, the after was way worse. There were three people around the table in the dark, derelict room, one more of a character than the other, and a fourth mixing drinks. The Asian woman I certainly noticed first, not only because she spoke incessantly and in a high pitch, … Continue reading The People Who Stay After The Party | a misadventure
the Budafoki amended 