The following is a Portfolio of Short Stories, Essays, and Poetry by Zechariah.
IMPRESSIONS OF BLACK ROCKY CITY
word count: 3375
It is fascinating to hear what people who’ve never been to Burning Man think Burning Man is. Isn’t it that rave that takes place in the desert? It’s like a hippie art festival right? Isn’t it some bullshit utopia commune thing?
Not exactly, but the problem is that none of these ideas are completely wrong, so it’s hard to correct the perception. There is dancing, yes; there is art, yes; and there are utopian commune-esque ideals, but what exactly is Burning Man? I don’t know. I’ve been struggling to figure it out. As it turns out, it’s difficult to talk about, like trying to tell a friend about your dreams; it makes sense in the moment but upon recollection it falls apart.
That said, I think the one thing I can say that Burning Man is, is a city.
Talking to Neil Gaiman in My Dreams
word count: 1503
genre: fictional memoir
I’m asleep and I’m dreaming. The first part is important because I’m not always asleep when I dream.
So I’m sleeping and I’m dreaming and I’m sitting in a warm room with my family. I don’t know it’s a dream, though.
The room we’re in isn’t that big, but somehow they’re all there--my mom, my dad, sisters, grandparents, aunts and uncles, the whole gang--they’re all there. Everyone’s wearing knitted sweaters and drinking from porcelain mugs crafted with purposeful asymmetries. We’re all sitting on couches and big comfy arm chairs, talking to one another. It’s a pleasant after dinner conversation full of laugher and smiles.
Ōsu was an interesting place. At one end sat an ancient Buddhist temple, Ōsu Kannon, and behind it lay an enormous shopping mall—the old gods and the new side by side. People spent an afternoon buying clothes and then dropped by the temple to burn some incense. Oddly, it flowed better than you’d think.
The district itself, was a strange combination of an indoor/outdoor mall. The main walk way was covered by a roof that connected to the stores on either side, yet there were no doors at the entrances and the buildings seemed to have sprouted up independent of one another, with differing heights and architectural styles. The whole place felt less like a mall and more like a neighborhood with a giant umbrella over it.
Entering beneath this parasol we found the first café just off the right.
ADVENTURES IN MAID CAFES
word count: 3391
How to Murder Your Wife and Make Marinara Sauce
Word Count: 927
Published in "Sparkle + Blink 44"
It’s all about the ingredients, you see—that’s what most people don’t realize. Yes, everyone knows it somewhere in the back of their minds but people always obsess over the wrong things instead – the tools, for example. Gas stoves versus electric ones, Chef’s knives made by former Samurai Sword crafting masters, copper bottomed pans for even heat distribution – they’re all great yet ultimately superfluous. Whether you make your food in a ten-dollar Teflon pan or a hundred dollar cast iron skillet the most important thing are the ingredients. The ingredients are Key. Read More
I am From
Word Count: 334