The longer I lie here, listening to my still functioning electronic innards, the more afraid I grow of detonating after all this time. I don’t share your gods, but I pray I shall die a silent death.
podcast [2:00m]: Download
Author Archives: flawnt
The serious writer gets a flick
After some deliberation, he finally settled on an indie called, somewhat obscurely, “Julia, Julienne, Jules And Their Incredibly Indelible Love Affair Between The Sheets Of A Greek Tavern In My Neighbourhood”.
The serious writer and his eye patch
He finally left the house to get some air. Out on the street, a break dancer was spinning round and round. His xanthous baseball cap lay on the sidewalk like a sacred Tibetan bronze bowl.
Rose Petals
A supermodel, carrying a large Valentine’s box, fell from her considerable, prized height on the ice in front of the grocer’s and stayed down, her long, shapely legs distorted somehow.
Podcast [2:15m]: Download
The Lovesick Taxidermist
I was like a taxidermist, trying to give the appearance of life to something that was dead inside me. The truth is, of course, I was only scared. But working so hard to describe the unfathomable made me stronger, too.
22:46 hrs – Auckland, New Zealand
Whenever a new sculpture appears like a big friendly giant, the children are the first to claim it by climbing all over it, unsupervised except by the huge eucalyptus trees by the side of the road, who curiously peek over the fence.
Obituary for a Poet Heretic
When he died, people wore dark colours and said nice things about him. They played sad music, which he wouldn’t have even liked, and they had his deathmask taken which made him look limp and not like him at all.
Podcast [3:13m]: Download
19:46 hrs – Thimphu, Bhutan
The monk bowed to the abbot. The abbot bowed to him. What he wanted, it wasn’t time now to turn to the monastery. His work was on the street, in the villages, with the people, not with Buddha. The monk said he didn’t want to stay.
