Stories tagged monk

public apology (or, why most people hate monks)

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I want separate twilight a room with no candles, plates, phones or music a glass ceiling to smash when my head's full I want tiny hand-

The Feast

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With nothing to give, We sat in your monk-spare room. The moon rode the window, The table was laid with plaid; You fed me beer, old bread and The fruit of possibility. We were completely naked, aroused, Afraid and glad.