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	Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
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Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012

A Sonorous Altruism

“If you can’t find my hairdryer,” the Second Dakini says, “there’s the Bradley in the restroom.” The Bradley can be meaningfully worked into the Third Dakini’s slab of brick clay, now tightly wrapped in plastic to help keep in the moisture. “Clay reconstitutes itself,” the Second (... więcej)

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Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012

A Broken Family

“No one likes a social malady,” the Third Dakini says, unscrolling the rural ordinance against terrace-farming anywhere in or around Arusha National Park. That leaves David Meltzer’s apple chapter with the nagaraja holding a jam biscuit by its teeth, its belly pre-dynastic and egg-shaped. It’s (... więcej)

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Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 june 2012

Dorothea Brooks in Hell’s Kitchen

“I’m coming over in an hour,” Gerard leaves another message. “The casserole smells great. Made a coconut cream pie as well, and hid some Ghirardelli squares in it too, the way you like it. Hey, maybe we should stay in this year and chill, y’know, hang out a bit? Looks like it’s about (... więcej)

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Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 june 2012

Invisibility

I like to be left of centre when it comes to consciousness. To be poor in spirit, even health, but not without faith since the sun has risen for me from the east every morning. And it’s not a grandiose sight or manifestation, just an everyday occurrence like going into the garden and watering the (... więcej)

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Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 june 2012

Excerpts from Antediluvian Birdsong, After The Stormy Dark

They doused the salted field with iodine and dreams.
“Except for the barley, let those keep their gold and morning.”
Logos, but for letters.

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There will be snow and rain, same day of fine things.
Mixed up. Mixed, enamel in champlevé
damascening like a dance, the curling, whey hope. (... więcej)

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Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 june 2012

Cipher

You would have known the signs of a harsher winter, and smelt it in the drier air. You would have sensed legacy in the ordinary. You would have known when the soil was ready for spring, and its brambles and bloodroot and later, the azaleas.

I have to return Gerard his favorite book. It’s (... więcej)

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Other prose: féte champétre :: rustic festival, cogito ergo sum :: I think therefore I am, ding an sich :: thing in itself, Terry Crabtree’s Countertransference in To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything!, Locked Into Dualism, First Consciousness, Somewhere in Middlemarch, Dorothea Brooks in Hell’s Kitchen, Invisibility, Excerpts from Antediluvian Birdsong, After The Stormy Dark, Cipher, A Near-Point Decree, A Gifting Direction, A Proto-Indo-European Herd, A Sonorous Altruism, A Broken Family,

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A Sonorous Altruism

A Broken Family

Dorothea Brooks in Hell’s Kitchen

Invisibility

Excerpts from Antediluvian Birdsong, After The Stormy Dark

Cipher

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