Wolfy Chai

Short-Stories — Poetry — Philosophy

  • The Tale of Lesbidit

    Virginia City, Nevada was a mining town that took root during the peak of the gold rush that boomed in the later half of the 19th century. Men from across the country flooded the town’s brass-colored dirt streets in droves, hoping that maybe they would be lucky enough to strike gold.  By 1874, production in Virginia City… Continue reading

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  • Who Am I?

    Who is it that I am, but a twinkle in the sand? What am I searching for, that I have not already found? An identity that’s puppeteered? Carved by scoffing looks? molded by phony aspirations? Welded by my tears? Dreams other people lived out on my own behalf when they thought they’d seen something in… Continue reading

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  • Let Me Be A Mystery

    My actions are just a mystery if you’ve learned anything from history. You ask questions not to know me, but only to pry. You ask me how I am, while not really wanting to know why. Your two-faced “compassion” reads to me like a lie. I am so sick of explaining to you Everything that… Continue reading

  • The Beam of Light

    I was a beam of light that cut through the blackness. I was a beam of light that cowered your darkness. Lit like a lighthouse, I stood on a hill, protected by the grace of a shallow cove, a fortress that only you could know. If you only knew where to look, which way to… Continue reading

  • Pier 37

    I was alone this time when I walked to the end of pier 37. It was another cold, hazy, morning. The sun had come up just enough to waken the sky with a static glow, as if everything was painted in black and white. I followed my footsteps slowly, one after the other, my foot… Continue reading

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  • What is a “Good Person” and do These People Exist?

    Each night, across highly developed countries, people go to bed lulling themselves to sleep with the notion that they are “good people”. Further, they often contemplate their day, reciting to themselves that they did the best that they could and the and there is nothing more that they could do. Their entire lives—and perspective—squarely limited… Continue reading