AntinoartWhisper

33 / M / Raleigh, NC
The Tea Master and the Three CupsThey met at a tea shop. There, the three apprentices emptied their cups to learn about the secrets of the elixir. Its key ingredient was the power to create, hidden deep within the seed they each carried. / From the tea shop, they left their cups on the table and set out with their seeds in search of the elixir. The first apprentice, named Datta, was a monk. He climbed to a monastary in the mountains and planted his seed in prayer. The second apprentice, named Mark, was a Renaissance man. He locked himself in a studio and planted his seed in art. The third apprentice was a non-believer. He doubted whatever he saw. Still, he went through the motions, planting his seed with a sense of wonder he lost over time. / No matter how far they went, they ended up back at the tea shop, seeds in hand. The secret of the elixir was beyond their grasp.
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Apr 24, 2021
Any-Her's HolidayAny-Her has a name. Had. / It was the title of a travel book. / Any-Her had a
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Mar 5, 2021
Guitar Gets GirlI suspect that if I was taller, / I'd get laid more. / Think Basketball: I'd shoot my shot
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Sep 6, 2020
The Dating App for AstronautsI greet you like a new shore with a wave that says hi and bye together. / Somewhere in between, I entertained the idea that we might have met on a train in Seattle once. We sat sideways on the edge of a deep conversation, staring out the window as the rain did the talking. / My mantra is an old Samurai teaching: defeat who you were yesterday. I told myself that I'll have something to say to you by tomorrow.
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Aug 4, 2020
Star-Crossed ExileOnce / every few / thousand years,
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Jul 18, 2020
Hi CueWords become the wind / We say Bye and Hi in waves / Strangers share a drink
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Jun 29, 2020
Yearbook SignatureI'm proud of the memories we forged. I'm proud of the times we wrote our names down when it counted. We showed up. I will never fail to smile while thinking of the moment you smiled back: on that stage at the Mill in Chicago, at the edge of that pier in Seattle, while walking through that lamplit alley in D.C. We were one story. I loved the way we rode the train on those nights. We were one with the wind. I loved how we got up each time the sky fell. It was about those steps we took to get back to our center. I love how we greeted adversity with compassion. I'm proud of how close we became in solitude. We got on planes and planted our flag of conquest in nearly every city on the map. I'm proud of how far we've come. There's no telling where we're capable of going from here.
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Jun 14, 2020
For GeorgeI passed through the airport in Minneapolis once. / Maybe, we brushed elbows in the security line. We took off our shoes side by side while they poked through our luggage. / That's when it hit me: there are so many people I'll see once and then never see again. Like, one look is all I'll get, for life!
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May 28, 2020
For No-FaceThis is a portrait of backs turned. / It's inspired by windows / on a railcar
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Mar 7, 2020
Saturday Morning Re-RunsI feel like we are in / an old Hayao Miyazaki movie. / I suspect we are hand-drawn people
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Feb 16, 2020
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