Category: Short Stories
With crafty brooding life turned to Jack Rose And made him heroin-peddler, and his pose Was sullenly reflective since he feared That life, regarding him, had merely jeered. His vanity was small and could not call His egoism to the dubious hall Of fame, where average artists sp...
Words are soldiers of fortune Hired by different ideas To provide an importance for life But within the glens of silence They meet in secret peace.... Undertaker, do you make of...
4. Part 4Alvin Tor heavily dropped his raised arm, like a man smashing a trumpet. Restless white hands compressed the ruddy broadness of his face. The woman slid into the green swells li...
2. Part 2Death, Grandiosely hackneyed subject, I live in a house one hundred years old Placed in the middle of a cemetery. The cemetery is bothered by mausoleums Where fragments of Greek...
1. Part 1With crafty brooding life turned to Jack Rose And made him heroin-peddler, and his pose Was sullenly reflective since he feared That life, regarding him, had merely jeered. His...
5. Part 5Sunlight stuck to the gray floor like curdled honey and clung to the black wall like visible fever on the breast of a savage. This contradiction gave a fugitive radiance to the...