Tag Archives: Mimeogiraffe

Truganini Returns

Thoughts of lust flow like water and blood winks and slaps against the tide. I can’t even out what or weather patterns are signs of stability and instability. The paradox of instability and stability. Experience is split so that is can exist. Everything is the same as nothing. Aum. I breathe deep, close my eyes, […]

Favors for Mimeogiraffe

He’s making me sound desperate. I protest. “It’s not that big of a deal.” John August smokes dried leaves of some plant. It’s weird because we’re inside. His club. His rules. He’s good with loopholes, and the latest fad is more rules, which just gives him more to knit with. He blows the smoke out […]

The Grouchy Old Oak

I try to keep the song low. It’s after dark, so the only people around are drunk on ostracism. Not a big risk. Still. I like to keep a low profile. So I keep muttering, looking up at Oak in Frank Ogawa Plaza. Now fenced in. Imprisoned. The only person who wouldn’t disperse when the […]