The Jester King

A Man begins a crusade,
not with a sword but with a punchline.

Refuge

Outside, Mino ate in silence once more.

Blinking into abyssal descension, I leave a trail of precious oxygen in my wake.

Now that they were both here, together, they began to reflect.

Li thumbed through marvels.

A heart beat its last.

I’m in a hurry here.

Coffee shops were his favorite place to spend Saturday mornings, especially when it got cold.

Lying in bed, the man was nothing.

Wow. I’m fucking terrible at chess.