The Meter

The Meter

i am not the man i seem, not a stable craft, monumental in the storm. i have great difficulty in living. there’s another world closer. i wished, i telepathised, i slipped away, and once did cry. i, buddha, now and then; i, jesus, when i want you; i, posh to be...
Immortality

Immortality

A meadow is nothing but a field of suffering. Every second some creature is dying in the gorgeous green expanse, ants eat wriggling earthworms, birds lurk in the sky to pounce on a weasel or a mouse. You see that black cat, standing motionless in the grass. She is...
The Diceman

The Diceman

Lil and I had met and mated when we were both twenty-five. We formed a deep, irrational, obviously neurotic need for one another: love – one of society’s many socially accepted forms of madness. We got married: society’s solution to loneliness, lust...
Immortality

Immortality

every day we are stabbed by thousands of looks, but this is not enough: in the end one single stare will be instituted which will not leave us for a moment, will follow us in the street, in the woods, at the doctor’s on the operating table, in bed; pictures of...
Nine Stories

Nine Stories

A Perfect Day For Bananafishthe young man put on his robe, closed the lapels tight, and jammed his towel into his pocket. he picked up the slimy wet, cumbersome float and put it under his arm. he plodded alone through the soft, hot sand toward the hotel. on the...