a 99-word story
I didn’t expect a narrowing of arteries here. I was ready for opening. Expansion. For a catalyst to…
A red leaf falls, a blight or gift
A blood spot on an uncooked egg
Jim Morrison would throw a massive party at the cemetery in ParisWhere his mortal remains were buried one bleak summer day in 1971He was the man who came back through the doorTo attend his own wake and to read moreFrom Joyce’s work-in-progress Finnegan’s WakeAnybody who has passed…
Life is but the fiction of the artist…
Thus, the more precisely the position is determined,the less precisely the momentum is known, and conversely.
My very amazing friend got tickets to see Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Mirrors exhibit at the Hirshhorn Museum, and she let me have one…