Category Archives: Blue Funk

Memory

Posted on February 21, 2019 by

The fear is what will happen if the hoarder of secrets loses all his memory? Where will those secrets go? Who will hide stories about my paternal ancestry? How will we ever discover what happened to all that money all … Continue reading →

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Stain

Posted on March 3, 2018 by

krishna stains me black I look one night and there we are. He is me and I am him Stained together in black. Stars twinkle in the wild darkness That is us. That black is us. Entwined together, Running parallel … Continue reading →

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Fade

Posted on October 15, 2017 by

The words, Go. Oh? O is right. Followed by N. Then, E. One B Y O N e. What’s that word? Like poof. Gone. In those books You know what books? The books with pictures. For children usually. Comics. Yes. … Continue reading →

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La Vie en Violet: huitième partie

Posted on September 22, 2017 by

Around now, I begin to suspect the frequent changes to my medication. My psychiatrist told me that my anxiety is a result of all my other illnesses. In that sense, it’s pretty organic and not a result of anything emotional. … Continue reading →

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La vie en Violet: septième partie

Posted on September 19, 2017 by

Resignation is a curious thing to surrender to. What it does is that it saps you of the will to live. I think I am depressed because I wake up in the morning one day and groan that the world … Continue reading →

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La vie en Violet: sixième partie

Posted on September 17, 2017 by

What they don’t tell about workaholics is that the pleasure and purpose of working changes to rage and resentment. Insidiously. So much so that I can’t remember when it began. Just that slight annoyance at someone else’s badly done work … Continue reading →

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Kiss

Posted on July 25, 2017 by

The universe puts Two friends in a room Rolls a joint Makes them smoke it Soon he starts to sing And she laughs languishing on the bed. He lies beside her As they always do. He touches her body Trails … Continue reading →

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