Two Page Stories

Some bar in Tokyo, May 2023 Truth be told how am I here alone? In the company of those who don't know whether to come or go home, slip-in, slip-out of the situation. Tipsying up, tipsying down every night at the end will turn my sight away. Years

Tokyo, Shibuya, May 2023 Well dressed in sleeves adjusted with ages to keep clear of dusty speckles exchange in front ticks each second cover tracks spin around mild spice packs around the edges until my soul leaves.

Fujisan, May 2023 Why are you looking at me like so? Clouded, shrouded, surrounded by the tall green shrubbery. I've enjoyed our short night together. Let's not be judgmental of me, you of us. Please keep an eye on me from up above as I'

It’s in there you know it. It’s crawling inside like a parasite. Feeding off of you, eating you from within. You are the host of an idea. An idea that you are forcefully trying to get out, but all you get is piss and shit. Worse when you

Spitting spit and rhymes the white dredged man walks through the cabin’s crowd. Each tone is mistaken from the author’s intent. The uninvited audience would have booed the man were it a paid event. Price aside the passion was clear, the talent and neither the hard work was

The frequency unvisited, unpronounced by my name unphased. Simply by the latter he came raze filtered and tame. Towards my meeting of delegated smothering he reached for the meaningful tome. Spikes sharp within letter trembled him to bone. Small vivid alone he became our bane.