Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
hunch up those shoulders carry that hollow barrel chest on spindly trembling legs practice your ghostly motions stare obscenely out of eyes like yellowed olives your gates are closed for good and i stand holding you up listening to disconnected mutter while you piss black tar dribbling onto the floor and you say “I’m sorry” […]
MoreDon’t kill yourself, (they said), when he went out to do the walkway in the dark. One upstairs, with Netflix on the headphones. The other snoring in her pillow chair. Most of the neighbourhood in for the night. The odd car, trucking bags of groceries or kids to piano lessons. So no one found him, […]
Moreand, why did you cry when you saw that cute little girl in the TV commercial? She was laughing and happy, but you cried. In these bumbling years of ours, never would you talk about being a kid. But someone who knew told, in a monotone, about closets locked from the inside, and fist-sized holes […]
MoreSundown at Nipissing’s shoreline, and the big lake begins its freeze. The soft fire of November’s embers pleases the eye, but can’t warm us. I stand in the cold cold sand that waits for winter’s cover, and think of unimportant things: that there will be no more drifting things, maybe until June. And, where do […]
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