Patrick M Arthur : Writing

I'm Not Even Supposed to be Here Today

I'm Not Even Supposed to be Here Today

A Story by Patrick M Arthur


How long do you think an infant could survive with their own umbilical cord tightening like a hangman’s noose around their neck? At what point i..
Albert Dreams

Albert Dreams

A Story by Patrick M Arthur


Quantum theory...where flavored quarks mate with greenish gluons the way I’d imagine a bumblebee might attempt to impregnate a hummingbird.
The American Depression: Greater than Before

The American Depression: Greater than Before

A Story by Patrick M Arthur


Not so long ago, it was reported to some extent, if ‘reported’ is even the proper word, that the United States has entered into a state of..
Zen on Deck

Zen on Deck

A Story by Patrick M Arthur


Have you ever dreamed of being a World Series hero? You already have been...
What I bin Thinking

What I bin Thinking

A Story by Patrick M Arthur


Denial. And, joy. Release and freedom. Release from Freedom, rage and contentment. Blood & Semen. What I desired right then was a wet-nap; what I got ..
Midnight Midtown Mazes, an underground theater review

Midnight Midtown Mazes, an underground theater rev..

A Story by Patrick M Arthur


Kristen Lucas needed a professional to review her first variety show. She got me instead. Mistake...here's what I saw
...and the Feathered Platypus replied, 'Karl Marx?'

...and the Feathered Platypus replied, 'Karl Marx?..

A Story by Patrick M Arthur


Despite public misconception,platypi actually do not have feathers, although one long glance with squashed eyeballs should reasonably lead you to ask ..
Scientists Are the Outlaws

Scientists Are the Outlaws

A Story by Patrick M Arthur


Time, prostitution, pot and everything else is open for discussion in Amsterdam's Red Light District!
 'The Bohemian Phallacy: Man versus Meditation'  pt. 1

'The Bohemian Phallacy: Man versus Meditation' p..

A Story by Patrick M Arthur


Can a directionless yet deep artist find a day of spiritual renewal amongst the traffic of urban living? Or even a peaceful smoke?

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