“The Beats”
“The legacy of the Beats still hung heavy over North Beach. Decades had passed, but their presence, in such a compact locale, had been so strong that it still hovered over the place. I saw Kerouac’s image on a wall in a café and read inscriptions detailing what poetry reading had happened here on what […]
Continue reading“Bona Dea”
“Lending credence to the theory that one assumes different genders in various lives, my artist-self once caught, in reverie, the barest glimpse of a figure I ought, as a man, never to have seen. Quite possibly it was a buried memory from a life I had spent as a female, come to this one, in […]
Continue reading“Nothing is Everything”
‘Skylar Seequn observed an immense hall, every inch of which was filled with objects and furnishings of all imaginable sizes, colors, and shapes. The hall was cacophonous and its air replete with odors. But there was no room to sit or dance or pray. “This is everything!” someone told him. He then came to an […]
Continue reading“Initiation”
“In their innocence, nearly everyone, but especially the little children, sank quickly into the Absolute, to taste the sweetness of Tranquility, the weightlessness of unburdened Being, the expansiveness of Consciousness unlimited by the dualistic mind. That single taste proved transformational. No one could ever forget that they had had it. Henceforth, not even the most […]
Continue reading“That Afternoon”
“In the spirit of the colloquy on Oneness and duality they had all engaged in, Skylar now reflected on what ideas from that interchange he might apply to the day itself. He saw immediately that it would be counter-productive to put it on a shelf of honor and hope for other future days that might […]
Continue reading“Colorado”
“In the first case every element played subtly against every other: the dark-jade green of the red-maple leaves, lighter in tone than the water’s color, grew progressively more so as the sun touched its upper branches. The gray-green undersides of the leaves matched the deeper gray of the stream rocks and the silver-gray of the […]
Continue reading“Crystal Geneville”
“Crystal floated into Henry Hall in modestly flared, bell-bottom jeans and a Moroccan-style, gauze-cotton blouse whose pliant material had not been prevented by the intervention of a frustrating brassiere from outlining the baked apples of her breasts, from the yielding tops of which emerged a walnut and a raisin on each side. She wore boots […]
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