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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