Dawns orange rays burst Out of the tranquil darkness Waking the still worldRead More
The man roused to madness Buried beneath singed leaves Bewildered by his surroundings Scanning the desolate upland His movement stirred a vile stench Shifting ashes exposed decomposing flesh He jerked up right aghast Uncovering...Read More
Across the unbroken sea Moonlight traced far beyond the horizon Making its way back to me Gut wrenching in turmoil, debating Never one heartbeat filled without doubt My mind blocking rational thought Blinding lust proceeded...Read More
So, keeping it running is their means Of reeving memory’s diesel engine And savoring his daring, carefree ways When they, too, exceed sixty on route 2. And, soon, his twin brother swaps out The slightly worn shocks and tire...Read More
Given up on old bearded man in cloud-dimpled sky rewarding punishing gilded palace for only goody-two-shoes Even New-Age-Heaven right here, right now is hard to trust Hell—much easier to believe in Is dry flaky skin a...Read More
Near my window I recline at sundown to ponder hallowed things. I asked myself what would it be not to choose this or that fear or fallowed wants but allow chisel in my hand to carve a masterpiece out of marble like Michelangelo?...Read More
His sole split down the center, heel hung out and hitched on a thorn, stained a white rose with his blood. The story set him forth. A prick scratched over his shin, a gash slashed on his brow from a razor leaf in a vertical...Read More
The mirror is the blunt, best friend who says, “Yes, you do look fat in that dress, dear,” but doesn’t judge. Don’t look at her. Instead, Spinner of Tales, please come and set your gaze past flaws. Stitch your stories to the...Read More
From her own body, she pushes forth female and male. From her own breasts, she produces milk to suckle them. With her own hands, she can craft garments to dress them. With her own hands, she can gather food to cook for...Read More
The lady in my mother’s front hall wore long black gloves and a black cloche hat. The lady in my mother’s front hall wore a fox whose eyes were shiny beads. The fox kept biting its own tail. I was as tall as the fox’s teeth ...Read More
She wanted to whisper to the naked girl chained two bodies over, but they had no words in common. What do I know? Middle-class white and free to make up stories. I have a desk and paper and a pencil. When she twisted in...Read More
So, it’s United flight #1551 from Newark to Portland, Oregon, flying west at 25,000 feet; and we’re heading in south of the Columbia; and I’m in the window seat on the left, row 31. Just before we approach the Mount Hood forest...Read More
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