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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 3)
Part 1 Part 1.5 Part 2 You hardly sleep that night. It’s one thing to be ostracised; another to be mentally ill, but it’s terrifying to be both. You didn’t ask for this. Your friends deserted you the moment you dropped out of college, deeming you a layabout or a loser with no ambition who’ll… Continue reading
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One can hope
My anger has cost me like a dirge of annihilation sweeping across a coastal town with its multihued tiny houses, blackwashing them until beauty sets her sights yonder, alighting on distant plains, and I’m ~dancing on my own~ hoping one day I’ll fight these demons, beat them with a song of triumph — a crescendo… Continue reading
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There must be more to all of this
I tried my best. I did what I could, she says, and my heart breaks. I want to hold her and tell her that everything will be okay, that we’ll settle down in a small cottage nestled in the mountains overlooking a verdant valley with a friendly golden retriever named Buddy. But everything crumbles in… Continue reading
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Cumbersome
I translated the message using Google and it said something about film actors. I think someone has hacked my phone, my father says, his voice bubbling with unhealthy excitement, a rush of madness, making him see ghouls and eyes on the ceiling; evil, disfigured succubi and dirt and mud. I’m angry that he’s burdening me… Continue reading
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Ashen
Looking back on the silence that defined the last ten years, the stillness that echoed, the lifeless status quo like the arthritic five fingers of the first line of a terrible haiku, I wonder how I endured the passage of time, day shifting into another day without anything… Continue reading
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August
I no longer like the August rain, gone are the days when I sat in my apartment and made the monsoon my muse, going on and on about silvery streaks like the tears of benevolent providence coating the cobblestones, and flooding us with eunoia, making us pursue our passions with meraki, the song of the… Continue reading
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Rain
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. – Roger Miller I’m sitting on my balcony in a pensive mood, the rain augmenting recollection that’s usually half-baked these days, nebulous like the swirling greys in a paperweight, I don’t have a pluviophile’s tranquility, all I have is an ache that longs to find… Continue reading
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Twilight
At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow – Tom Petty Watching you joyfully run to him in the nascent twilight as it caresses the leaves with its mellifluous cadence, evoking bittersweet nostalgia – the spice of yesteryear, now amorphous like the mist that sheathes the lake, I wrap myself in the… Continue reading
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Peace
“Peace of mind for five minutes, that’s what I crave.” —Alanis Morissette I’m not at peace with myself, I told her, I’ve never been, I don’t know what it is, but even when I’ve accomplished something, I’m disturbed, not just empty but unsettled, like something antithetical to divine light, an unholy darkness has me in… Continue reading
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Gangrene
I I am an enigmatic man who lets his troubled past, chock-full of paternal blows dictate him while ironically allowing the languor of the present lull him into a false sense of security. I also incongruously live in make-believe future Mays replete with bountiful harvests, cider, and red amaranths in bloom like little Cardinals. I… Continue reading
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Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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