Henge watched the blue crown of the gas burner cup the bottom of the percolator pot, and meditated on the blurbs of hot brown organic coffee lapping the inside of the yellowed percolator bulb on the top. He went over his notes for the day’s Hubba Bubba radio show. On a few crumpled sheets of yellow legal paper, Henge had transcribed his ( Read more... )

            Lou sat down at his manual typewriter, and typed out a methodical cinqain, the old two, four, six, eight, two set. Lou had been reading The Tao of Pooh, and was thinking about potency, the potency of the Tao. It seemed Aristotelian to him, for some reason. Potential leading to a possible actual in the form of a final cause.

Uncarved

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