Prose

Self
centered.
Self
impressed.
Humanity.
Cradled
in ignorance....

For centuries I wandered, granting wishes far and wide,
A genie bound by duty, with dreams I had to...

Language.
Creation
speaks.
Vibrations
primordial,
ubiquitous....

To live or die,
To deteriorate or procreate,
The human condition is a repeated rendition....

Conduits.
Between.
There to
here.
Soul
connection
to each...

Wandering.
Time
immemorial.
Realm to
realm.
Story to
story....

Forms.
Platonic
forms.
A world
apart.
Realm of
possibilities....

I once told my father
That boredom was killing me.
He replied, in his usual manner :
"...

Bumblebee.
Designed
to do
what
bees do.
Evolution
over
...

Alone.
Alone
in the
immeasurable.
What
if we’re
alone?...

1. A twine of thorns clinging to my flesh
Around my wrist, my upper hand
A pin drop of a...

Modification.
Humans
modified.
Jumbled,
rearranged.
Mind
...

Beyond the pine where a world gives birth to a fantasia of beauty,
A composition of beasts,...

Afraid.
Humanity’s
afraid.
Afraid
of itself.
Afraid
of what...

I searched for you in the sunrise hours, where the city yawned itself awake under unfinished artwork and...

Superstition.
Germination.
Seeds
from the
start.
Travel
...

The blur.
From here.
Where to?
What path?
Which
direction?...