Day: October 11, 2020

New Writing

In the age of Kondoism is it ok to not let go?

Small enough to fit inside a closed fist, the black painted ox has lain quietly in its box for over thirty years. Inside its earthenware shell a hidden metal ball rattles and wards off bad luck like a witch doctors drum. Dewy painted eyes watch with the patience of a reliquary. Red rough vestiments tickle […]

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