THE TEMPLE

Crickets chirp with the bell’s last ding! great doors close the little skeleton outside his ear pressed against the door listens piously to the clink clink clink clink of nickel falling. Advertisements

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CHENNAI

A thousand lost lights, this night stranded in the bend of an hourglass searching for a hand that will sew that mangled dog soothe that weeping mother, whose child crawls towards the dim… Continue reading

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“DEATH IS MY VISITING CARD”- KATTRADHU THAMIZH

What follows is not a review of Kattradhu Tamizh. I will not, at any point in this piece of writing, recommend or oppose the viewing of this film by anyone. However, I will… Continue reading

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NO MORE TV DINNERS!

NEW YORK CITY, NY: Tragedy struck the entire world at 1:19 PM yesterday when a number of robotically controlled microwave ovens in a small, nondescript corner of New York City stopped functioning, leading… Continue reading

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CLICKTHUD

doors closing one by one   each sliver of light thin ning   blinding darkness growing with each clickthud   one by one closing doors    

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BRIAN HALL

WARNING: CONTENT MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME READERS 18 July 1991   My Dear Agent Benson, The newspapers tell me that you aren’t getting anywhere with the murder of 8 year old Brian… Continue reading

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THE HOLY TRINITY

  1. a distant glimmer ever deepening comfort i don’t want to go   2. time’s little present the surface of a fractal a search for meaning   3. a distant glimmer ever… Continue reading

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NATURE’S PRANK

Clanking, whirring, gears turning, Running down a murky slope, We, the Emperors of Earth, Seek Purpose.   Goaded by the ultimate quest, The hunt for meaning, We are enslaved by the glint of… Continue reading

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BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL-CHAPTER 1

What you are about to read was the first piece of writing that I ever did.I wrote it two years ago, and I intended it to be a parody of the ‘fantasy’ genre.… Continue reading

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THE END

On a pleasant summer’s day, Near the end of May, During our first meeting, My heart stopped beating.   You held me in your arm, And gave me a dream. A song! A… Continue reading

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