Pro Deo et Patria? [prose poem]

I came across this on a piece of paper left on a subway car bench on a Manhattan bound N-train I caught at Pacific Street on my way to Union Square. The title above was the title at the top of page one. I have used it here as the title of this entry for … Continue reading Pro Deo et Patria? [prose poem]

When 1 Person, 2 Persons, 3 Persons, More are Not Enough

[Flash Fiction] I tell the story of a story told in writing of a story told in writing by someone who created a storyteller in the written text to tell the story of someone who becomes, in some minds, conflated with the storyteller; and the evidence of this is in the artifact found by a woman … Continue reading When 1 Person, 2 Persons, 3 Persons, More are Not Enough

Victim, Victimize, Victimizer [Flash Fiction]

"I still believe I am capable of murder. I know at least five or six bus drivers I would have already shot if I were crazy enough to think I could get away with it. I hesitate to say fat pig brutes reading at the seventh grade, but I want to think it," he says. What else … Continue reading Victim, Victimize, Victimizer [Flash Fiction]

The Sistine Chapel Tells, prose poem

Time: Evening Place: Rome [After an afternoon visit to the Sistine Chapel, at a caffe.]   He says what he says when he writes in his journal as he has written in one for how long now counting in the decades for sure. These are excerpts from his journal, his being whose? There is the he I … Continue reading The Sistine Chapel Tells, prose poem

Happy Marriage; or, Praise of Folly [prose poem]

Of course I believe in God. The universe is too absurd. Nature would create a universe that made more sense, he said to her, a woman he imagines listens to him as he listens to himself, talking to himself to others in himself at once. She pretends badly that she is listening to him. He … Continue reading Happy Marriage; or, Praise of Folly [prose poem]

Rain Outside a Window in a Movie [A Short Story]

  Pre-Prologue . . . and it was raining and raining and raining and there was nothing anyone could do about it or in it. Prologue It had begun to rain again. i The rain was coming down in sheets it seemed at one moment, in torrents the next, the gutters were awash, overflowing. When … Continue reading Rain Outside a Window in a Movie [A Short Story]

Eight-hundred Words [A Short-short Story]

Infinite possibility is an avalanche waiting to bury me? Skimming pages is not reading. To read or not to read, now that is the question, whether it is nobler with the eyes to see the depth of the text, or with them, only look at the page, fooled by the superficiality of the paper, the … Continue reading Eight-hundred Words [A Short-short Story]

To Be Longing to Belong [fiction]

Prefatory Remarks Everything in close-up. Totality is eclipsed? We imagine such a view. We think we know that this is the place, the location of . . . pornography is a grotesque metonymy. Metonymy is simply put, a part for the whole of the thing or the person, do you remember suit for business executive, sail for ship? Vagina for … Continue reading To Be Longing to Belong [fiction]

Cum Grano [prose poem]

for Julio Cortazar "By a monstrosity I presume is meant some considerable deviation of structure, generally injurious, or not useful to the species." ----Charles Darwin I He looks left. He looks right. He looks forward. He looks about the subway car to the advertisements. He looks once more to the people around him, what kind … Continue reading Cum Grano [prose poem]

Remembrance is not a Day [a short-short story]

What is it that he must say or must do? He thinks about this without the words, and he does so quite seriously as if he were supposed to listen to someone speaking to him over his shoulder, someone over and above the I-am everyone has at his disposal; that is, rather than he was … Continue reading Remembrance is not a Day [a short-short story]

A Wince [Flash Fiction]

How many self-conscious days passed before he could be completely relaxed, comfortable even, with the laughter of strangers, these others around him. When was it that he had become impervious even to the remote possibility that others were laughing at him, so loudly as others sometimes would, and in such close proximity. He often used … Continue reading A Wince [Flash Fiction]

An Archaeology of First Principles [Flash Fiction]

  for Giorgio de Chirico These are the abbreviated facts about what he thinks about metaphysical thinking without getting into an explication of metaphysics, or so I think he should want to say about what he says, but do say so myself about him and what he thinks has thought will continue to think I … Continue reading An Archaeology of First Principles [Flash Fiction]

[h] Superlatives [A Short Story]

The coldest winter? The snowiest winter . . . polar vortices . . . superlatives were abundantly overflowing this winter. Cold winters in New York are not unusual; mild ones are not anomalies either. One winter colder than another is unavoidable; but we do get ourselves worked up over the superlative degree: yes, the coldest, … Continue reading [h] Superlatives [A Short Story]

Salvation Now [Flash Fiction]

Two cups of coffee . Two friends in Cafe Mogador. "I have a solution for crime," she said. "What is it?" He asked. "Crucifixion," she said. He asked, "Crucifixion?" "Yes," she said, "we must crucify criminals. Nail them to their crosses." "Crucify them?" He asked. I won't say how. "There is no other way, really," … Continue reading Salvation Now [Flash Fiction]

A Dialectic of Selfhood [Flash Fiction]

for Frederick , Michel and William The non-locatable Self of many, many selves . . . is it necessary for me to draw this out? He could, you know, but then what does that say, really, all this drawing out in detail--is everything really in the details? He remembers something like this from his good … Continue reading A Dialectic of Selfhood [Flash Fiction]

[b] The Perils of an Anthropomorphic Egg [A Short Story]

[If I were Humpty Dumpty--what would I do if I were? And why do we assume that Humpty is always an egg?] I I feel like Humpty Dumpty sitting on his wall, my wall, do not sit on the wall, the fence, which side are you on, boy, which side are you on? No fence-sitting … Continue reading [b] The Perils of an Anthropomorphic Egg [A Short Story]

[c] Falling through Bamboo [A Short Story]

  I daylight fading shadows stretching infant fingers into their skins I see a leaf fall from a tree, the last leaf on the tree I see. The woods I walked when I was a boy by Aunt Mae's in the Berkshires; Housatonic River Valley tributaries webbing the terrain . . . what is there … Continue reading [c] Falling through Bamboo [A Short Story]

Less Than; or Looking for More from Where it is not Likely Going to Come [Flash Fiction]

He cannot say with any accuracy what it was he felt when the doctor came out to tell him his father had died, having been outside the room as the team with the machines tried or did not try to save him, his dad, as he thought later, not having trusted the hospital his father … Continue reading Less Than; or Looking for More from Where it is not Likely Going to Come [Flash Fiction]

Toward a Philosophy of the Self in Analogy with Singularities [Flash Fiction]

A singular vision is an exceptional one. A singular person is a person of exceptional qualities. Now a singularity in astrophysics is another term for black hole, an exceptional occurence in stellar evolution. The matter of a particularly massive star at the end of its life collapses, thus increasing its density where then its gravitational … Continue reading Toward a Philosophy of the Self in Analogy with Singularities [Flash Fiction]

He is therefore He Thinks [Flash Fiction]

A man discusses another man and in discussing this other man touches on a few significant points that could appear in anyone's theory of being, what it means to be, what it might mean not to be---and how this not to be is either the cessation of being or the endurance of becoming. This limits … Continue reading He is therefore He Thinks [Flash Fiction]

How the Character Sketch of a Man Fighting Off Pessimism Can Show You How to Engage Your Next Meditation On Death

[What the man says he sees, he sees as he says, and so says surely he sees it, thus why he says what he says how he says it when he does.] the Character Sketch of a Man Fighting Off Pessimism Can Show You How to Engage Your Next Meditation On Death I see a … Continue reading How the Character Sketch of a Man Fighting Off Pessimism Can Show You How to Engage Your Next Meditation On Death

In My Whole Life, I Never Saw a Rabbit [Flash Fiction]

She thinks again about what she wants for lunch. She pauses once more about what she should get for lunch. A third time about maybe having what she had decided on having when she was leaving the park earlier, a few minutes ago, the number of them that it takes to walk to where she … Continue reading In My Whole Life, I Never Saw a Rabbit [Flash Fiction]

Media, Messages and Menschen? [A Short Story]

[I am going to tell a story {in the first person} of a man who tells the story of a man who has very strong political opinions about international politics, geopolitics in the middle east, and the role of the United States government in what he sees as the overarching political dogmas and received ideas … Continue reading Media, Messages and Menschen? [A Short Story]