handwriting haikus, blasting zombies and the limits of mindfulness

Nicholas Petrone
Sep 8, 2018 · 2 min read

This past weekend I decided I would do my best to get lost in old book smell, meditate and handwrite some poetry. I mostly failed. In fact at one point on our weekend retreat to a little cottage on the shores of Seneca Lake, I spent almost two hours playing a zombie shooting game on my phone. I shot so many fucking zombies people. Body shots, head shots, at least three nut…

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Nicholas Petrone

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Born Again Transcendentalist. Writing about life, death and everything in between.

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From haiku to hefty memoirs - poems, stories and essays that break through the bullshit. Looking for pieces that go far beyond cliché to uncover a new realm of possibilities. Other Doors features writing that leaves the reader with genuine congenital reactions.

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