The Congener Interludes, Op. 1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No.4

I’ve been here before, many times — in this situation, specifically. Allowing her pink-painted synthetics to take such liberties reminds my pup-pups of busking for Lincolns. Truest in form, safari in thong — she’s loving all my gyrations. Zebra print presenting the prey: delicious, in the eyes of a cougar. Her physical prowess is intimidating. … Continue reading “The Congener Interludes, Op. 1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No.4”

The Congener Interludes, Op. 1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No. 3

“The people who understand us the least tend to be the ones that hold us back the most.” Attached to the hand of a stranger, some time ago — still fresh in my memory. “Hmm. Interesting. Who was the stranger?” “If you don’t mind, for two hundred fifty dollars an hour, the least you can … Continue reading “The Congener Interludes, Op. 1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No. 3”

The Congener Interludes, Op. 1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No.2

You’ve never had a sensei. You seek philosophy and enlightenment. Having also mastered efficiency, I will ask your stupid questions for you. You wonder: Where does one start on the road to success? Does a beginning marker appear at the crossroads of conflict? Should I expect proper signage and illuminated cautions, blaring at every turn … Continue reading “The Congener Interludes, Op. 1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No.2”

The Congener Interludes, Op. 1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No. 1

I wake up stiff and dehydrated with questionable bruising, telltale signs of a drunken battle from the night before. My feet find ground and close the distance to the bathroom so I can fix the leak that woke me up. Sleepy hand-eye coordination is no match for that stubborn sprocket. By the time the leaking … Continue reading “The Congener Interludes, Op. 1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No. 1”

Interpreting the Legend of Monte Hansen

This is a story about miracles of nature. Our focus is usually on the grace and beauty of how the people we love come into being. This work illustrates the tracking of a spectacular piece of shit to the intricacies involved in their likely arrival. It’s mischief night. The eve of Halloween. A day well … Continue reading “Interpreting the Legend of Monte Hansen”

The Legend of Monte Hansen

History prepares us to expect arrivals of the celestial fashion. Delivers the bumbling flight of a stork to an enchanted river, where one may float majestically – cushioned and bundled, on a woven vessel of faggot – to appear of miraculous conception. The prophets we birth with our wonder, not oft do they emerge of … Continue reading “The Legend of Monte Hansen”