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Saturday, November 1, 2014

Waves. By John von Daler

          A mirror is the best, he thought. A mirror or yourself on tv. Then you're really alive.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Little, stray bird. By John von Daler

          The little, old Russian sat on the edge of the bench in the train station in Copenhagen. Beside him to his right on the platform were two plastic bags filled with clothing and souvenirs from his stay in #Denmark.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Que Sera. By John von Daler

                    My puberty dreams played out like a version of "Moby Dick" written by a man who never had seen a whale. As I paced the slippery and wobbly deck of my subconscious, young women sailed in and out of my arms in vaguely erotic patterns. But I had no sense of what to do with them.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Dropping Off. By John von Daler

                       Years later I read #Poe. All those black cats, evil eyes, swinging pendulums and furious maelströms brought my thoughts back to my own little experience of #terror.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Merry-Go-Round. By John von Daler

              I rang the bell. There was a long silence, then footsteps, then nothing, and finally the door opened just slightly.
         "Why?" said a voice. "Why here? Why now? Why at all?" I could think of no answer but, "I have no inkling."

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

By chance. By John von Daler

                     I, too, participate in mankind's great subconcious pool of memories, dreams and angst. Like many other humans, what my reptilian brain fears the most is, well, #reptiles.

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