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  • TITLED It does not mean anything.         René Magritte In the hallway of life you were a rose with no stem and I, the janitor sweeping away the fallen petals. You say that the world revolves while we ourselves remain in the darkness of the never- ending, never-beginning never. I say that the man who was humiliated in the second act and shot himself in the fifth, stands up, smiles, bows. The lamp asks, is it the shadow writing this, the pen, or their converging? The paper says …
  • YOUR GUIDE TO THE ONE BEDROOM HOUSE OF LIFE-SIZED ORIGAMI Dining Room On the blue grand piano an incense stick leaks smoke upward like a thin fountain filling the ceiling’s pool. Bedroom A young woman sits on the edge of the bed next to a man who delicately finishes creasing her fingers. His patience only silenced by hers. Living Room A young boy bends the slender branches of a tree whose leaves are lying all over. In spring, he will unfurl tiny buds pinched deep inside th…