Félix Saparelli

(about me)

a.k.a. passcod

Tag: prose


Regulus

Aug 16 ‘16 — We lived forever, and would live forever. / So we had concluded. We didn’t know, of course, because none can predict the future. But we had attempted everything, and still, we lived. We had watched, in the meantime, people come and go,…

Sidebar

Nov 18 ‘14 (The title is from the trucker radio in City of Angles. SIDEB for sidebar, where you can have semi-private or off-topic conversations.) Two days ago today, I had a dream. It…

People

Nov 8 ‘13 Warnings: drugs, assault. There’s really only two kinds of people in the world: bad people and assholes. It’s not static, either. It can change. You can change. And it’s not all black and white — although with…

The Girl Laughing in the Dictionary

Dec 31 ‘12 Warnings: death, shooting. Leaves falling. Hitting the ground softly. Steps in the snow. The shallow chaotic prints of the children and the deep purposeful ones of the adults. The grey winter sky with numerous…

K2

Dec 4 ‘12 Warnings: suicide, assault. Now it’s late. I am hanging upside down from a rope coiled around my crushed left ankle, the pain too sharp to be really felt, as the excess blood to my head makes my thoughts fuzzy. I…

A man

Feb 13 ‘11 — He was lit up faintly. Standing in a room of golden proportions (which is not saying a lot), he was one stood man (which is). The only lamp, a seemingly old neon, hanging short from its chains, shone darkly above none. None but a…