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Sailing through the Arabian Sea with a tad little patience and deep passion for writing. My mollusc mystique and my quill raging. My pen is my compass. Be welcome!

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Category: Wind is Thistles

  • Gilgamesh and Homer

    “If there was death, it may lie in the hopes of man, because there lays a population of forces that generate wealth for that.” Gilgamesh spoke. “It is necessary to know much,” Homer then said. “For that matter, even profane worship would be permitted if the devils showed any sign of needing or wanting it.”…

  • Mister Clement

    Anything old, and for that matter anything round, was always absurdly beautiful for the little fox. With no one watching the moon, no voice or howl pursuing its eloquence in the sky, no voice but the cricking sound of the cold wind and the singing of crickets; the little fox hung on the other side…

  • Stepping Out of Regular Thought

    It was known among the wolves; among the mountain gatherers; it was known in the ancient temple, for the shamans of the forest whispered about her. And the morning of that day a canoe lay on the riverbank, too many things to question when Colossus went to rescue a war. There was no self-consciousness about…

  • Spiritual Emergence

    This world is evil. It should be destroyed before it destroys us.  “No,” my heart said. “We will fight this thing. We will win over it. We will have our chance.” Like sheep before the butcher. My heart never resisted or even protested before. All of the time, it had been trying to rescue something…

  • The Hunter’s Peace

    Tell me of Truth and its untamed nature The sage then says: Warm blood runs from my forehead. And there is love in her voice. It whispers through the mangroves. And her beauty lies winking. Never to disappear. Always to be heard of. …There is excitement in her hunt.