Six years
Six years along a concrete river, Among cardboard people and chloroform thoughts, (Fragments held still like old canaries…
existentialism
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An ant
An ant walks alone In the desert of my wall. I watch it motionless. I feel immense. ……
Giving to (not) receive
If the “quid pro quo” is undoubtedly a deplorable practice, some questions arise about the significance of giving…
You have changed
It’s all about orgones… – “…Our nature is distinction. We do not distinguish ourselves enough if we are…
Sweet and hellish love between beer and cockroaches: Bukowski and his torrent of realism
When people talk about Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1944), the most disparate ideas often come to mind: that…
So many paths to one destination
Almost an ode. Sustained, at times severe, but always firm Each path leads to a destination. More accurately,…
The wish cage
I pose a question: admitting the validity of Lacan’s belief that man is “immersed” from the moment of…
Update: New poem “Crowd”
I have just added a new poem titled “Crowd,” whose inspirational theme stems from observing the everyday life…
Update: New short story “Woman’s Body”
I just added a new short story titled “Woman’s Body.” It is a rough story with solid psychological…
Update: New poem “I want to dream of a Sleeping Reality”
I have just added a new poem titled “I Want to Dream of a Sleeping Reality,” the common…