Peace and Chaos

Flash fiction   “God, grant us world peace,” prayed the old woman. “God, keep the art alive,” prayed the young man. “Without chaos, there would be no art. Without art, no peace. Peace exists because of chaos, without chaos an artless world would lack peace,” said God.   MG

I Come From A City Where…

I come from a city where... Kids can make computer games But don't know how to ride a train Teens can ace quantum physics But have no clue about budget sheets College kids can start revolutions But with love they've no solution Thirty year olds still watch cartoons But can't define platoon or harpoon Forty … Continue reading I Come From A City Where…

The Black Hole (Part II)

First read Part One (Click for link) I kept that promise -- except... I did it metaphorically. No, I did not join NASA and fly to the physical Black Hole on which Einstein and Hawking both have astounding theories. Nay, I traveled to a metaphorical Black Hole and was sucked into a world that I … Continue reading The Black Hole (Part II)

From Kings to Paupers

A king's crumb The pauper's pearl ~MG~ Kings, they sit amongst each other, feasting on rum and wine. They eat and drink, mock laymen and slash servants for fun. The kings awake the next morning with bitter hangovers, only to rule the People whose integrity was entirely disregarded merely hours prior. Councillors, they converse with … Continue reading From Kings to Paupers

While I Was Away…

I spent some time in a metaphorical submarine as the unconscious unfurled while I sought answers in the depths of me. Thankfully, I did have wifi connection wherever I went, so upon emerging from the deep blue seas, it was not a particularly intimidating readjustment. If anything, I was rather excited to come back to … Continue reading While I Was Away…

Where Am I Now, They Ask

"Where are you?" they ask, then don't stop to listen to the response. Well... I am capable of anger. Rage, too, mind you. It is not an anger that reacts to the ordinary, mundane trivialities of social construct, such as religion, race, gender, and class. No, it is a genuine anger, not a projection. It … Continue reading Where Am I Now, They Ask

Write Truth with Love

“Write it with love,” I kept telling myself as I nervously tried to muster up the words. Writing from the heart was never hard until I realized how much there is to say, and yet so few words to convey. Perhaps that’s why I resort to poetry, it’s the direct link to the heart, to … Continue reading Write Truth with Love