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.

[untitled] (or, the nihilists) {a song}

i see her there...
actin' like she don't care,
with that braided up, twisted hair
and that ice blue stare
   ohh that ice blue stare
i think, "hey there girl
                           who looks just like a boy
                              who looks just like a girl
                                 and she's on top of the world...
                       your androgyny
                          well it's killin' me...
                             takin' the breath right outta me
                                and the floor right from my feet
                       oh, do i dare?
                       oh, do i dare?"

i say, "hey girl what are you doin'?"
she says, "a whole lotta nothin'"
so i say, "well do you wanna do somethin'?"
she says, "well nothin' is technic'ly somethin'
                              cause there's no such thing as nothin'"
so i say, "then do you wanna do nothin'?"
she says, "as long as it ain't nothin'"

i say, "do you wanna know somethin'?"
she says, "as long as it ain't somethin'"
      "well your androgyny
            it's killin' me...
                takin' the breath right outta me
                   and the floor right from my feet."
she says, "well you better find your breath,
                              unless you wanna get close to death."
i say, "only if death's your name."
she says, "well, ain't it all the same?"
ain't it all the same?
she says, "and you better find the floor, cause i got one idea more."
i say, "as long as it ain't somethin'
                      cause i haven't had enough of nothin'"
she says, "do you wanna move?
                              and dance like we don't care?
                          oh, do you dare?"
she says, "do you dare?"

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