flaneur : Writing

Fugue

Fugue

A Poem by flaneur


Sometimes we leave the things we like, but the things we like never leave us. We can't outrun who we are.
Ouroboros  (Sundials IV)

Ouroboros (Sundials IV)

A Poem by flaneur


I wasn't going to write the poem for age 40. Yet here it is. It is interesting that my phone suggested reincarnation as an auto-complete for reinventi..
the flagellant

the flagellant

A Poem by flaneur


Everything has a cost. Not a price. Price is something paid with external tokens. The cost, that can only be extracted from within.
blank

blank

A Poem by flaneur


Windows, harassing me. I need the freedom to make mistakes.
Dystopia

Dystopia

A Story by flaneur


End rant. Get it?
The Devil in the Desert

The Devil in the Desert

A Story by flaneur


A journal entry asking myself, "Am I brave enough to be an honest writer?"
On Loneliness

On Loneliness

A Story by flaneur


A hundred thousand night shifters live a hundred thousand isolated lives. Each is the omega, the last human.
Old Man of Undertow - Revisited

Old Man of Undertow - Revisited

A Poem by flaneur


I'm moving to a better city, have a better job, and the door is open for anything I desire. The time for excuses has been replaced by a call to actio..
Stigmata

Stigmata

A Poem by flaneur


Uhm... Merry Christmas?
Facebook

Facebook

A Poem by flaneur


Inspired by an online photo album.

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