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.

Stream of Conscious in a Café

Old madness in this place
All these people and lives
We're all in a café though
"We're lost" I hear at the counter
like all wild animals, as I had heard before
Baskets
I picture wicker
Don't think too hard now
Otherwise pure conscious is lost
They say not to use the same word twice in a sentence
but he had used 'pure' twice
Don't reread now
Otherwise pure conscious is lost
That's just looking back at the past
the past is done
I'd say that's the point of this
but this would have to have a point first

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