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Tag Archives: Felix Maple
“I” has become a nuisance, as I have no use for it anymore. Today is my birthday. I have spent it alone, purposefully. I read Romans, I slept, I listened to the radio, spat at the TV and wondered where … Continue reading
When it dawned on me that I was in love with you the clock showed 8:52 and already I was late for work. Again. What special relativity could come up with this unknown variable of repressed memory? Who knows. Who … Continue reading
For Nathan, who didn’t kill a wasp You scoop a wasp out of your beer and it flies away, half-drunk, half-grateful, out of that particular fate; little droplets falling against the curious shadow cast by your glass (curious because it … Continue reading
It looks like the zombie apocalypse is doing very well here, thank you Madame l’Ambassadeur. Or that suddenly civilization turned around and says thanks that was great but let’s just be friends, okay? This is where men die every day … Continue reading
For Nittavanh “Most Honoured One, I have a question to ask you. If sons and daughters of good families want to develop the highest, most fulfilled and awakened mind, if they wish to attain the Highest Perfect Wisdom, what should … Continue reading
You are not God, you are the English I dare not use – the humble whisper, my frustration of the limits I find in the fading light of the afternoon, just before secret words are spoken: You are not God, … Continue reading