The story below was originally published in Issue #33 of Little Patuxent Review in the winter of 2023. The story goes that a nineteen-year-old Sergei Rachmaninoff dreamt he saw a coffin in the corner of an open room. As one does when in a room with nothing but a sealed coffin, he encroached the wooden … Continue reading When the Piano was a Casket
The flicker of the masterscope solidified into a golden ember, casting its light on my sanctum. Restlessness had jolted my bones through the night, eyes wide in darkness, absorbing the scritch-scratching noises that scraped from the opposite side of the wall. The scritch-scratching stopped, then continued. I rose from my mould in the stone and cut a tally in the floor, counting thirty-one marks since the masters last entered my sanctum—today marked the end of the cycle. Continue reading The Word of the Prophet
Shaving one morning, his steamed skin awash in the scent of his mother’s tobacco, Nadie blinked into the mirror to discover he was under attack. His first thought — god must have run out of faces. Of all ugly mugs that could possibly curtain the front of his murderer’s skull, this guy bore an identical face to the one Nadie wore… Continue reading Fate Lies in a Dagger
When we met you asked me if i was religious. I didn’t yet understand. Continue reading Religion
a poem about the struggle we share Continue reading The Sustenance of Spirit
Art and Life: which is imitator? Continue reading Imitation
Another poem from a dream. Continue reading Greek God
“Pongo and the Hands of Sound” originally appeared as part of The Other Stories podcast. Continue reading Pongo and the Hands of Sound
ontology there is something in you that is you no matter how much of it you give it is still in you there is something all around you that would not be what it is without you to relate with the limitless lives within it have defied the impossible odds to be everything relies on … Continue reading Ontology
Silence before she played each note she listened closely to the others eyes closed she mapped the grand shape of their sound in her head and she composed against the gap she knew music sound is about silence Continue reading Silence
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