Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
I want to hear a snatch of all the songs ever sung. The gong of all the bells ever rung. I want to see, smell, taste the flowing rains that have spattered on the canvas tops of wagons and the oaken decks of rolling ships. Please give me but a while longer before we lay […]
MoreIt’s a bitter little thing. As I bid it adieu and sent it on its way, it spun a smoky path, bloodying the bystanders. Finding no hosts, and diminished in the seeking, on it travelled, parasitic in its contagion.
MoreI cry inside. I see the sky in robin’s egg blue. Things of old have turned to gold, unglittering. An alchemy, an accretion, to life’s masterpiece. I fear I’m being asked to sign my name. There are nodding heads, prayerful hands. But, layered sheets of sleep settle upon me. Soon.
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A Dream of Life by Karen Kleis, flickr He took your lives, Colette and Barbara from Iowa, a place smelling of milkfat and hay, where your Mama was looking for you, and he buried you in a shallow grave in Port St. Lucie. Nightly a priest performs an…
Mister Macho, I’m not after your attention, nor will I give you mine. Don’t mistake me for a doormat. I know about theatrics, and I have a long fuse. Attack my kin or my friend, and I will call you out. It’s not bravado. Just old age that doesn’t care no more. Throw that punch. […]
MoreThe girl had rosy-appled cheekbones, soul-grown by those blossoming blue eyes. As she looked up at the streetlit snow, she shone amid the crowd of parade watchers. The slight smile of her small mouth made me feel as if it were mine to see, and mine alone, this time.
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