Mr ZoniThe Art Disappearing.Being alone has always been my refuge. I have a notorious habit of vanishing off the face of earth. Not that I do not appreciate the…Jul 162Jul 162
Mr ZoniThe Moment Before HappinessYes. We spend too much of our short lives chasing the mot juste, that phrase, that image, re-working narratives of fact into (un)heroic…Jul 16Jul 16
Mr ZoniAngel and Tortoise.The two of you and I / Followed the path to the pond. The jean swing high like samurai arc inthe deep of night in black forest with the…Jul 16Jul 16
Mr ZoniDouble rainbowAt five I hid in the back lot among cedars brushing fanned branches against the top of the water, rivulets trickling through rocks and…Jul 15Jul 15
Mr ZoniRealitys LamentIt was eleven or thereabouts, and I shuffled past the byzantine shelves of a late-night convenience store The staccato sound of his…Jul 141Jul 141
Mr ZoniThe art not m aking a decisionThis is the million-dollar question if you were an indecisive character.Jul 14Jul 14
Mr ZoniPoetryThe soul musing by poetry, the shattered crumpled pages of my heart? Is love a broken ATM, where nothing is asked for in return and the…Jul 13Jul 13