Category Archives: prose

The sun had been the progenitor of the fruit of the womb of the earth; but one day it darkened inexplicably. A scowl supplanted its virile smile and like that it was gone.
The earth, who had to feed her children, labored at two parts at once, worked hard, exhausting herself to produce what should have [...]

We mustn’t confuse great men with great minds. Great men, who we think of as kings, philanthropists, leaders of temporally successful political movements, whose canvases were the outer world and the lives of others, do not necessarily correlate to men who had great minds: the artists; those souls who discovered liberation and the true meaning [...]

It has taken me years to finally buy a car. I went on doing my business on foot for years, accomplishing very little. Now that I have a car, however, I am getting more things done (though it may not always seem so). The brakes on it are shot. In order to stop you have [...]

I won’t let in the cat who when i came in the door from the street to the moonlit courtyard rubs himself against my corduroyed pantleg and gets himself gently kicked, shoved and almost stepped on as I make my unseeing way over the dusty tiles to my room, though he scratches at the door [...]

I found out about the job at the bar on east 19th street in the wanted ads section of the paper. I picked it out among all the other ads for bartenders and waiters because it seemed to be the only that didn’t stipulate experience was necessary. I had never waited tables or bartended [...]