fiction
Self Portrait 6/16

Self Portrait 6/16

Self portrait
Mṛgaśīrṣā

Mṛgaśīrṣā

Be Yourself Tonight

Be Yourself Tonight

Mocha Bar: a sea of ghetto fab and in the midst of all that, an anomaly— a red headed Viking stares at me—or should I say we exchange covert glances while I attempt to focus on a martini, or an old friend; a new acquaintance; clocking the Viking’s movements from my locus of interaction. Glimpsed...
FLIGHT

FLIGHT

In the street I feel very unsafe, frightened. Killer Angels roam the streets. With me is a small boy, I am here to protect him. He says nothing, he too is scared, and huddles against me. I mean to comfort him, but I tremble. The streets are so unsafe. I press hard at the doorbell....
Instantanés #4: Brooklyn Bridge Park

Instantanés #4: Brooklyn Bridge Park

Brooklyn Bridge Park, September 19, 2010. This might have been a dream…
Entertainment, Tonight

Entertainment, Tonight

The couple next to me are being effortlessly annoying. She indulges the conceit of being the only beautiful girl in the world, and he’s preying on her idiocy. At some point she gets up for the bathroom, he glances over at me and smiles. He takes out a cigarette, “Do you have a light?”
THIRD GIRL

THIRD GIRL

Inspired by Caroll Reed’s postwar film classic, The Third Man— Third Girl is a stranger in strangeland under strange circumstances… A skewed, shadowy meditation on foreigness and the urban psyche. Written and performed by Onome Ekeh with Knut Asdam and Simple Text (background vocals) Originally presented at the UKS Fortum: Bricks & Kicks Festival, Vienna,...
Millennia

Millennia

“Sometimes the soul takes the shape of a separate entity; you recognize yourself as a reflection and thus become enlightened—” I told him I would stick to espresso.
BELLEPHERON DRACO

BELLEPHERON DRACO

In the midst of our Thanksgiving Dinner the bell rang. We froze. My younger brother got up. He had become the elected “welcome” official in these times, as he was a newly ordained Jesuit priest. No one would dare lay a finger on him. He came back to the dining room, “It’s for you, a friend...
Rob Lightning (from echo::system*)

Rob Lightning (from echo::system*)

(utter silence amplifying the booming of my heart) terminal velocity is an almost meaningless idea
The Birthday Party (excerpt from Language of the Chaldeans)

The Birthday Party (excerpt from Language of the Chaldeans)

It is Margaret who answers the door. Her face falls immediately, I instantly recognize the extent of the sabotage— I am no longer fat—or chubby enough to enforce the hierarchy of the skinny.... But wait! All is not lost yet—I’m sure some alternative humiliation will be dispatched toute de suite to put me in...