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An Abstract Scoop on How I Screwed up a Story

But of course, that little mistake threw it all the guillotine. Throw all the necks to the guillotine! cries Robespierre. He did what I did, except he paid with his life. On my end, it was not as bad as an oversight of victims, but it was an oversight, and in the world of art, that can get bloody. In the world of art and the pen, an oversight is the worst thing for a paragraph, a strophe, a verse, a book—a haiku! The Incas and Egyptians made rhyme with their oft misshapen stones. Forget the m...

When you wake up

When you wake up, I’ll be a man
one step closer to you;
the thing’s done that had to be done;
now there’s just that thing to do.

And that will be the decisive task
that will put it all on the line,
the thing that will break or join us
As a body by a hugging vine.

But now the first step’s taken,
we mustn’t rue the delay,
but aim our glance and action
towards that waiting day

that breathes like a dragon
full of fire in its lungs;
nor pine for losses in the way
that mean nothing to joined tong...

What was your day like today?

Was? I don’t know if it’s over. But how it is…it is full of coffee and trips to the bathroom. The world is people galore. They come in and get their coffee, ignoring me, I ignoring them, except when our eyes meet. We confront each other before the public restroom, the aggressor always the one that caps the line, who hopes that the one next is not the type to take long (because we assume a person can help it), while all of us send incendiary glances at the door aimed at the solitary person in...

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“Fredrix drank her as they moved to his head and clutched his hair. The young prince was almost smothered. After giving him her balm, the princess sat up and took him, violently. She kissed him with a burning kiss. Even at this moment, she wanted him. She pulled him down with her as she lied back on the bed, holding him in a tight embrace. Her legs closed around him like wings of steel.”

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How Not to Sound Like a Loser

Being in a new town can be one of those great little adventures to the new lander, or a frightening experience. First job on the list, for anywhere you go to settle for the first time, is to let people know that you belong, that they have nothing to fear from you. A careful person will typically spend time at a coffeeshop eyeing the surroundings without any real focus, while at the same time observing some people. In short, just scanning the horizon. Adapting to a new town’s ways is as much...

Third Wave World

We have grown up in what I will call a third wave world, a world of political correctness, where we have sought the comfort of, well, comfort, of confirmation, rather than the discomfort of truth. “Biological” brings with it a mace that strikes us on the very untwanged strings of our beings. We are like old men grown used to one type of meal. After so long in our sunlight, we fear the probing flashlight, the harsh microscope. It is unlikely we’d seek a foreign hand to strum our chords, knowin...

Poem I

The flower never bloomed

You saw a vision

A mirage of your dreams.

The heart that beat

The mouth that kissed

The knee that bended at your feet

Was a play that you made real.

Trump: Will He End in Fire or in Ice?

Donald Trumpwalked onto the stage for the first timelike a suit-and-tiebull in a china shop. If there is anything in particular his horns aimed atwas everything,from trade deals to tariffs, to bad, bad Ford, China, ISIL, Muslims, and Mexicans. He brought with him theaura of aself-assertive bully, of the one who would change things, of thechampion and the doer, while everyone else was a clown. Like Alexander who knew he would conquer the Persians and end their empire, Donald Trump strode in a...