Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
Alone today, I stand at the sink after coffee and toast. Through residual pushable pain and fringes of greyness, I’m drawn to the bubbling warmth, to the sheeting minor waterfalls, … Continue Reading But, for the grace of God…..
A wonderful treatise on what poetry is.
Originally posted on chopkins2x3:
Peeking through the cloud cover Witnessing life on earth Earth’s faithful companion Orbiting through space Were you there, Sister Moon When life first formed? Did…
in the suddenness of blustery gust leaves of crimson, orange, and rust spangling the stained glass sky in celebration, before they die
Eye am leafing this note in what eye think is yur aynshunt tung calt Inglush in this singular space / time adres. It will be fownd by another of our … Continue Reading Enigma
i loved your stretch marks just above the crease of your thigh meets belly pastel beige on tan soft supple skin i nibbled your earlobes delighting in sucking air through … Continue Reading the weight
stranger, please just step inside my creaky door is open wide come warm yourself, the coffee’s on the boil my cardboard tent I pay no rent something borrowed something lent … Continue Reading Under the bridge
I’m a blue man he says to me, speaking to the ceiling. I pull my chair closer to his bed, cupping his cold hand. His swollen face lolls in my … Continue Reading A bad day
Light, bright white, Radiates into the mirror of the eye. Sound, in myriad, pummels the drum of the ear. (Tautly, as a balloon skin stretched) Whorls in the fingerskin Brush … Continue Reading Sensitivity
as a freshening teenage boy just shy of sixteen years foisted from a battle-scarred home into this supposed school of highness he is already in retreat from vitriolic violence from … Continue Reading The getaway
Minus twenty two last morning. No wind, praise be. In my puffed up coat, with Red Baron hat and goggles, looking, perhaps, like the Michelin Man, I get smiles and … Continue Reading Walkabout
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Before Who knew how to die? That it wouldn’t be instantaneous As children imagine A sudden pain, then unconsciousness Who knew? Death could go on years…
When you’re home alone, and you don’t think about closing the bathroom door, it is one of the absolute certainties in life that you will hear a little thump on … Continue Reading Caturday
Sorry. Not a story for bed time. Have been in the bad place for a few days now with depression. There’s the cue for you to abort this reading, if you … Continue Reading Shaving the dead
I weed with what I think is single-mindedness. Bunched up towel under knobby knees. Gloves of good leather for those damn nettles. A healthy respect for the spiders and bees. … Continue Reading Weedless Wednesday?
Feel it with the furrows of your fingerprint. Match ridge to valley. These fleshy gears. Meshed at last. Movement is mandatory. A quickening of breath. A quiet clenching. A secretive … Continue Reading Intimate
