Wolfy Chai

Short-Stories — Poetry — Philosophy

  • An Off Night on the Town

    We were electricity in the night, A spark that shined so bright.  Our lips pressing together, warm hairy thighs grazing against each other as we step in and out. Strangers in sync in motion.  The music drowning the world out. Energy locked in, eyes staying in alignment, hands interlocked.  We stood breathless in each other’s… Continue reading

  • Sherry Hills Apartment Homes

     I turned left at a busy intersection. Cars with tinted windows flew by from every direction, pumping vehicular exhaust into the outdoor air.   Publix. Costco. Starbucks. McDonald’s. CVS. Target. One after the other. Sporting familiar signs that have been forever branded into my memory.  People frantically pulling in and backing out of parking spaces, policing… Continue reading

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  • Give Me Your Hand—I Promise You My Own

    I want to know if it is okay.My efforts are not missing.My intentions—given weight. What I know is the best I can do.There is nothing more I would wish for than the best for you.To know exactly how to be and how to show up.To know exactly what is needed,it’s the thing I keep dreaming. But I… Continue reading

  • Freedom, Commodification, and the Collapse of Legitimacy

    Libertarian ideology presents itself as the philosophy of freedom. At its core is a simple claim: no one is entitled to anything, and freedom consists in non-interference. Individuals are free so long as no one actively stops them. Markets, property, and voluntary exchange are framed as neutral mechanisms through which freedom expresses itself. But when… Continue reading

  • Beyond the Steps

    I create art with my eyes. Colors catch like sunlight shimmering through thick, syrupy honey  I create art with my ears, Hear the songs that penetrate deep into my bones. I watch the world from my porch. White columns. Three steps leading down. Cars that stop at the quiet intersection. Children that cross at the… Continue reading

  • Hungry Mary’s Part III

    The Escape As their truck was pulling away from the driveway and the girls witnessed Sue being slammed into the back of a car, they thought they had seen the last of her. However, a short time after crossing into the American border in Tijuana, Veronica received a notification from Zelle. Despite not having her phone number… Continue reading

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  • The Ego Created by Comfort

    Introduction Many Buddhists would argue that when everything goes right for a person—money, health, stability, freedom, comfort, ease—it often means they have a great deal of positive karma ripening in this lifetime. In past lives or earlier in this one, they cultivated actions that now produce favorable conditions. But the paradox is that when life… Continue reading

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  • The Strength to Conquer Hate

    To you I am erased. To you I have no face. But don’t I ever get a say? People take your tongue, and tie it to puppet strings.  Pull you around in whichever ways fulfill them until they’re pleased.  Make balloon animals out of the words you speak.  Force feed you what you must mean. … Continue reading

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  • Hungry Mary’s: The Saga Continues

    To recap, the two girls from Season 1 of Hungry Mary’s had hit the road. The plan was to get out of Latin America so they could distance themselves from the illegal underground world they used to be a part of. This was a fresh start for them—one that did not involve criminal conduct. Everything was going smoothly with… Continue reading

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  • In The Same Water, But Oceans Apart

    It was a particularly cold and damp night for South Florida. The wind whirled around the palms, leaves blew across the street, and there was a slight trickle of rain that sprinkled on his face. Whose face? James Stanley: a man of 29 years of age. He had black hair, tan skin, and dark eyes… Continue reading

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