Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
The note said: Come to Ferny Forest under boughs of night. Follow Coyote’s howl, for he will lead you true. Come to our long table. Your place is set, and blood will let. Nick a vein, mind the pain. Words of spell we’ll speak. Obscenities we’ll leak. And all, by morn, Medusa’s stone.
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In a moment of reckless fury, Amanda buried her face in her pillow and screamed, her breath coming out in wheezing sobs. Then, panic overtook her next, as she fought to silence herself. She pounded her fists on her bed, the sobs turning into weeps. What if her mother…
I used to think it was figurative when people would say “sparks flew between them”. But, for a long time now, I’ve known that the Old Wives were right. And oh I have such a story that I may never tell, and, as people would say, “God only knows”.
MoreWalk with me today, I beg. I feel as if there are corpuscles of sunshine, even though the day’s light is grey-filtered. It’s all bought and paid for, no? So come, if you please. I hope you are not afraid that I might tell you secrets kept too long, and all the reasons for a […]
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