N I K O L A I _ B O N D E R O F S K Y
A little girl picked along a stream weaving through the cedars and pine near her mountain home.
She looked left and right, under her feet, across the water and all around, picking up a shiny stone here and there, placing each one in her apron pocket.
After awhile her apron grew heavy and her stomach grumbled, so she left the stream and walked home, leaning on the quiet trees she passed along the…
Uptown Irony, or how a man with earbuds in asked to touch my hair while ordering coffee.

Steamed almond milk in dark chocolate.
Gluten free granola with pumpkin seeds.
“Your hair is nice,” he said to me.
Waiting for a drip refill, not his turn in line.
“Looks like an angel,” he gestured to her
“Don’t you think?” As she spun the register.
“That, this and your total is six sixty six.”
A laugh that would not be held back
Came out a boulder after Indiana Jones.
“There’s some irony…
You Can Think About The Universe, but can the universe think about you?
But can the universe think about you? You could believe that it thinks nothing about you, that it doesn’t recognize you.
But you must remember that from the beginning of this universe, and all the universes it contains, you specifically, precisely, were brought into existence, every atom is arranged in just such a way as to become exactly your personality and your freckles and your secret dreams,…
School Shootings: When #EnoughIsEnough
The general talk has been about statistics. Demographics. Toxic masculinity. The kids. The guns. Searching for a place to lay a blame far too massive for one shaky set of teenage shoulders to bear.
#EnoughIsEnoughI agree. Not that we should ban firearms, because they’re not technically the cause. A murder weapon cannot stand trial for the murder, that privilege is reserved for a suspect with the…
Into the open wonder of all this
Material confounding our essence
In concordance with the fullness
Of spurious excess aesthetics
reckoning expenses
Expanding fences
Digging in trenches
Cowardice consent with offenses
Mental menses and critical lenses
Crippled and sinuous revelations
An end to the endless
Whether the climate wrenches
Life and love from our tenuous clenches
Or the immenseness
of…
The mirror of mother
sleeve of every scale and color
venomic apertures and cavernous hunger
sarcophagus uterus crypt of crippled womb
a corpse in the room
scream in a tomb
and nobody blinks
where is the humor
in this hall of human beings
here have some death
and say your goodbyes
the sentence is short
the past here lies
to beat the heart
and soak the cries
hand to rag
haul to hell
and back for…
Podcasting: The Only Game In Town
In melodies of streaming consciousness, raw, rare recorded clips of this, my only life.
I do it because I can, because I must, because there’s nothing else to do.
Apple Podcasts – anchor.fm – Spotify
First the smell
of baking bread 🥖
then the hunger
of a black hole 🕳
so death draws
upon the human soul 💀No end is the goal.
What drives you, though? 🚗
No credits will roll.
What’s pushing us through? ⏭️
Where are we going and
what the $^*! should we do? ⁉️

This is the end of an era. The end of terror.
The era of pain and schismatic rage has come to a close. Will has come again.
Now is the dawning of the age of Aquarius. Water are us.
Or love. Or hope. Or the molten gold ever flowing, pouring out to fuse the cracked heart.
To refuse the dark to restart the art of atoning that fixes and keeps it running regardless.
The age of apes grown up and…
hello! I hope you get this, I noticed you haven't posted in a while and i was wondering if you would maybe be okay with letting go of the url? Thanks for your time!
Thank you for your respectful request, but I must say I shall not be soon relinquishing my url. I will, however, be posting more frequently. Thanks again and enjoy the new work!
I ❤️ TRUMP, WHITE MEN, CONSERVATIVES and DOGS; and why you should to.

Hello specifically to those who come here with anger in their belly. I greet you with a digital chamomile tea and a virtual hug. Now, down to business. The business of feels. There are going to be levels here. We will hit them. We will surge through them. We will trickle and seep drop by drop through the sediment and reach the deep waters. Why do you hate Donald Trump? Go ahead and list the…

A three-way conversation in screenshots.

The mint Caddy daddy bought stock Chip off a cracked block And a busted distributor cap A seizure in the piston gap Not bored true enough for you Overheard words of the absurd Carbon fiber fly wheel comes standard Spin up to warp speed in a hiccup All day long I called for defense Score from midfield no touchbacks Broke tackles to safety in the end zone Andretti Lorenzo Bugatti Enzo end so…
How to feel better about your mistakes, today!
Fix them! 👌 Just kidding. You can’t, and you never will. 😧 That said, it could have been so much worse. Every mistake is a Wikipedia entry. You can edit it to suit your short term motivations but scrupulous and admirable individuals will spot it like a Canal Street Guchi or Parada. Learn from the mistakes of your younger self. You’ll find a direct approach to wisdom through humility. If anyone…