31: The box
In one side of a thick box, there’s a pencil-sized peephole. Through it, one can see the box, the peephole, and one’s own eye. This is because the box is … Continue Reading 31: The box
30: Nightmarish (a shot in the dark)…may offend.
With planned barbarism they came. Safety in numbers. Their eyes as dead as a Great White’s. Jittering on their hair triggers. Never questioning the barked orders of their commanders. My … Continue Reading 30: Nightmarish (a shot in the dark)…may offend.
The way out
Cable-carried am I, upslope, in harness. Slow. It is slow. I hear the rollercoaster clacks, each prophesying sinister thrills. With powered eyes I see continents of fogged-in secrets. Sorry horses … Continue Reading The way out
Mister M.
We mumbles, yes we mumbles, and oftentimes we screams. Depends a lot on Mister “M”, Director of our dreams. We stumbles and we fumbles, through the achy breaky … Continue Reading Mister M.
28: The Birth
so sleepy. caresses with gloves of plush velvet. and so, let me slide… I fly over brooding lands of Origin. my mast head turns to visions magnetic. pieces of The … Continue Reading 28: The Birth
27: Electric babyland (may offend)
I got lotsa babies in here she says to me. Her voice comes from the ceiling, but I can see her lips move. Yellow teeth. No irises. On the cracked linoleum … Continue Reading 27: Electric babyland (may offend)
26: Fluids ***GRAPHIC***
On the tilted table I lie. Sore arm injected with serum. Paralysis abides. In the dim, I see tools hanging, dangling, clanking in the vacuumed wind of a swiftly opened … Continue Reading 26: Fluids ***GRAPHIC***
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with a hot and white knife, poke the pillow of night stab upwards, eviscerate out will tumble the building blocks of day
The gathering
In the late fall morning of frost and fog, they came. Many without even their coats. Little ones in borrowed rubber boots. Women still in nightclothes. None could put to … Continue Reading The gathering
Forlorn
Have you awakened from a theatre of tears? You know, you smiled and cried, as did the players who once were yours. Sweet one, may this day help your heart … Continue Reading Forlorn
25: Go ask Alice
mmm.. was it that hot dog I had off the coffee truck? wrapped in plastic smelled a little funky ate it anyway found a peanut, found a peanut found a … Continue Reading 25: Go ask Alice
The planting
I had to support his brain as he disembarked, leaving the ship’s queer gravity. He was their monarch, born one in a billion. Emblazoned on the pale pink of his … Continue Reading The planting
Dream twenty four: in the funnel
I lean in from a cloud, spying this lake of slate, in the never evergreen bush. The sunny side has big boats three, yachting this shiny blue day. Merrymakers loll … Continue Reading Dream twenty four: in the funnel
This thing
He waits for me, each night, of late, in the cottony caves ‘twixt longer dreams. The script: I’ll be born once more from ectoplasm, and flutter down on nightwings, like … Continue Reading This thing
If I should die before I wake
Shocked out of brooding dream and evil education. A match is struck, a flare of bright sound. It brings semiconsciousness, but illuminates naught but contrived shadows. They make weasel movements, … Continue Reading If I should die before I wake
A broken man
Charles was a big kid now. Twenty something. Outgrowing successive wheelchairs. Club footed, with God-given neural and cognitive impairments, he was a savant with a clean and bothered soul. … Continue Reading A broken man
