Dreams of a Sweet and Distant Life 

She Is Dead

Do you know of who I speak?
If you do not
It is not necessary for you to know.
All this requires is the facts
that someone once lived.
She was once an infant
and then she became a child.
That child became a teenager
and that teenager budded
into a writer whose words
still haunt. Why am I writing
about her? Why can I not simply
tell you her name. I could
but I won't. I can see her name
resting on a pile of books
sitting on my desk.
She is someone you would
not expect to be a hunter
but she was and remains.
I can see her face from
her youth and know she
still exists even if solely
through her words.

File Away For Future Use

Sad Conversations with Happy People

I don't want to see your beauty fade 
and see you become an old waitress. 

No great story begins

"I woke up early on a Saturday morning
at a time I would normally be asleep. I saw
the time and respected the choice of my 
circadian rhythm. The air felt chillier
than it usually does. Fall was encroaching.
People said it was fall, though, the wavering
heat seemed to say otherwise. It is supposed
to be in the mid-80's today. That is hot for 
this time of year. Has fall forgotten itself?
Has it decided to try something new? I think
it picked a bad time to experiment. 
I am by myself. I have grown used to this.
I spend more time alone than you would 
suspect. Solitude is familiarity, is peace,
is a madness I cannot part with."

Epictetus In The Modern World

Epictetus In The Modern World: A Novel in 18 1/2 Chapters


I. Breaking the Wheel.

II. No More Why.

III. Onyx Index

IV. I'd Rather Have a Smart Girl than a Pretty Girl.

V. The Past is No Place to Live.

VI. Gardeners of Our Own Lives.

VII. Dyslexicon / Lexigraphical / Hyperlexical

VIII. The Waves Paint the Shore in Foaming White.

IX. Painting Memory

X. A Clock Echoing in an Empty Room

XII. A Lost December

XIII. I Don't Need To Know The Truth To Know What Is Real

XIV. Vatican Talisman

XV. Kiss Your Lemon Lips (a.k.a. A Conjecturing Glance of Half-Formed Attraction)

XVI. Always More Water

XVII. This Illusion Meant

XVIII. This Page Intentionally Left Blank

Post-Script: "... a chain of flowers into the mysteries of life."

Death of the World's Greatest Solipsist: A Novel Not In Progress

I.


Born During The Reign Of A Bastard King.
     
     a. Bedlam In The New World.


II.


True Stories Of A False History.


     b. Every True Fairy Tale.


III.


The Penetrating Stare Of Loneliness.


     c. The Solitude Of Understanding.




Post-Script: 


Every Life A Pattern, Every Pattern A Place