I’m just going to post it. Hope you enjoy it.
Twelve Brief Passages of Questionable Authenticity with Brief Commentary
‘Kill your darlings.’
-variously ascribed.
There’s a veritable holocaust of darling killing behind this one. 
I liked it! It had a very mysterious tone - reminded me of some of Aesop’s weirder fables. May I ask what inspired you to write it? And did you write everything, or just the poetic commentaries?
Why did you take it away??? I’d like to read it but the file is gone.
Hey sorry for the resurrect but there’s relevant news, and also I don’t know why I didn’t answer the above two posts.
I don’t remember why I removed it from the link in the OP, but here is a new link to the latest version of it: (final) TWELVE BRIEF PASSAGES OF QUESTIONABLE AUTHENTICITY WITH ENIGMATIC COMMENTARY.docx - Google Docs
Please read and let me know what you think!
To answer Octarine’s question, I wrote everything. I was inspired by the religion I was raised in (Christianity) and the religion I often dig the most (Zen buddhism). The individual passages are written in the style of a zen koan with commentary. Each passage is a kind of retelling/twisting/playing-around-with of tropes from the Christian gospel (and in the very last case, from the letters of Paul).
Having said that, it is (supposed to be) far from religious, not at all didactic or theological. More meditative or mind-bendy? Hard to say.
Okay, now I also want to announce something related! I’ve included Twelve Brief Passages at the end of a collection of poetry which I’ve gone ahead and published under my own press label, in both physical and electronic formats. A few of the poems in the collection have been published in reviewed venues, but most of them have not. Nevertheless, all of them are the result of considerable workshopping and hard crafting.
I can’t provide a link here, but just to let you know, the collection is titled BRROOP. Here I will quote a couple of the poems contained therein, and if you find them interesting, please check out the rest of the collection!
[QUOTE=In Reverse]
In reverse, we do not die.
We coalesce; from dust
to mud to flesh.
A thousand bits of ghost
collapse–to fuel
a sudden breath.
[/quote]
[QUOTE=I Signed the Papers This Morning. All of Them Will Die.]
I made breakfast afterwards, for myself and for
my daughter. (You’ve met her.) We had a pleasant chat
about her boyfriend. I like him. She is not so sure.
She knows what I’ve done, I’m certain. And she has her
studies, and her little romances. These things continue.
You are a trusted confidante. We have a long history.
I am glad you are still here with me. In truth
I am surprised.
[/quote]
And finally:
**Something Useful With Their Time**
"I cannot do the same thing twice"
complained the heap, the pile of mice.
"Whenever I try,
a part of me moves,
puts me out of place, creating
something new where
I had wanted it dead
purely formal instead."
(An ample example:
the cruise I refuse.
I try to comply, but
my wiggle-mouse mouth
says "That's last year, dear,"
I smile a while.
One of me runs up
her pants. She quakes
and it dawns; I've wasted
my only grin.)
**A Denial**
I will not believe her
gone.
2.
She never was, she never was
and so she cannot leave.
Her ship will sail, her ship will sail
but I shall never grieve.
*From the Medical Officer's Report
.Subject consists of numerous normally
independent organisms.
.Subject shows apparent coordination
of intention. Organisms appear
identical to the common mouse.
.Subject reports inability to repeat self
.Theory: Subject, a communal super-
organism, moved by evolutionary
forces not to compete with self.
Repeated efforts selected against.
Always something new when old
was always best.
.Observation: Subject obsesses over an
incident (fictional?) involving a
woman, a boat, and inordinate
bouts of shaking. Subject relives
incident repeatedly, in contradiction
of prior claims.
.Note: Communal organism is the
composer of this report.
*We see the seizure
see the seas
her fancy knees
bent to her teeth.
We've been here before, each of us running
away running like
gravy, gravy
on her dress.
She's going to slap,
to splash her slip,
to slip the ship.
We cannot allow her to bow*.