Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
In you, I have dreamt a glowering cloud bank lowering to feather the fields. Gloving the lava sun that waits to cure the purchased rain. In you.
In the wrenching spell of nightmare, something cadaverous, phosphorescent on the forest floor. Bleached as if drowned and months missing. Current-carried, caught on some subterranean thing. Tell me it isn’t you. Tell me. Oh, my love. My life.