Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
(Originally published as "Neverland" and "On Tormance we stand" ~ A cordial Hello to all who may see this, and may the day embrace you! From your history books, you will know that our ship Neverland left the vicinity of Old Earth 11,000 years ago, bound for the solar system of Arcturus. Neverland was constructed in space,... Continue Reading →
Daguerreotype is the day,ancient as I drive. Beside me she is a ghost,and I can't speak to the veil-the closed idiom of her soul. OrI am the ghostand have simply lost the languageto this often-paved way.*** They got into the car just the same, even though this was a frivolous trip. Even though she knew... Continue Reading →
That polaroid. Buddy was going through his shoebox of old photos, dealing them out like cards on the coffee table. I was stunned, but faked disinterest. The party drifted to the kitchen. He wouldn't miss it. Xenia, how came this? So young. So innocent of your appalling destiny.
In a wild wind, I shoveled scoops of sandy snow. As I stopped for a gulping breath, I spied a wrapped-up lady pushing bulky mukluks along the sidewalk. Thin and straight she was, in a salt & pepper coat, and she stopped for a second to watch me throw snow over shoulder. Walked up to... Continue Reading →
Sack of a face. All dragged down by gravity and surrendered muscles. It's supposed to take more of them to frown than to smile, but nature disagrees. And what's he doin' now, that old Aqualung? Shufflin' along the sidewalk. Dangerous as a stage player. There, he's found the metal grate, the rising heat curtain. Marilyn... Continue Reading →
Just this morning, Clarice went to coma. In hallways of cottony grey she swims, but not aimlessly. She has shed the displeasures of the flesh, and does not feel, as they slide the needles and tubes into it and make the lungs rise and fall. Only hears, in a fast fade, the pops and clicks... Continue Reading →
If you found me this evening time (for such it is), you would know things that have been out of your sight. The way that I put on my skin and my bones. How my legs bend after dark. What I do with the possibility of fingers. How my movements compare to yours, since... Continue Reading →
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 