Category: Prose

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

Previous:  The Congener Interludes, Op.1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No.3 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 … Continue reading “The Congener Interludes, Op. 1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No.4”

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

Previous: The Congener Interludes, Op.1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No. 2 “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 … Continue reading “The Congener Interludes, Op. 1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No. 3”

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

Previous: The Congener Interludes, Op.1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No. 1 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 … 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 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 spigot. By the time the leaking … Continue reading “The Congener Interludes, Op. 1: Sonatina of Intrigue, No. 1”

Brandelion

Once upon a time, in a perfect valley of perfect trees, an ugly, clumsy creature crawled out from a cave to be under a perfectly shining sun. He saw the sun and wondered why it shined so bright. He saw the flowers and trees and wondered how they could be made to look so nice. … Continue reading “Brandelion”