the short short story

Words have a certain beauty about them. It doesn't take a three-hundred page novel or sixty stanza poem to convey that beauty. Using no more than a paragraph, one can conjure the same power as a book, and require the reader to use just as much, if not more, imagination.

This is not a new literary genre but it is relatively unknown. Most of these are original short short stories. Those that are not are credited otherwise. When I think of new ones I write them.

I've included a lot of poetry and songwriting as well, especially recently. I hope you enjoy it all.

Telomere

We're dying all the time.
Grow. Divide. All inside.
Grow. Divide. I abide.
Grow. Divide. Suicide.

We're living all the time.
Grow. Divide. All inside.
Grow. Divide. I'm outside.
Grow. Divide. See with eyes.

We're dying all the time.
We're living all the time.
No black. No white. It's all grey.
No black. No white. Just today.
No black. No white. It's all light.

We're  l d i y v i i n n g g  all the time.
Grow. Divide. Suicide.
Grow. Divide. See with eyes.
No black. No white. It's all light.

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