
The return
In sleep, the slowing heart, the forgetful lungs speak of an unwanting… a stepping down, a recoiling and return.
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
In sleep, the slowing heart, the forgetful lungs speak of an unwanting… a stepping down, a recoiling and return.
When I was alive, you quickened in bright crimsons. When I was alive. (Image: Wasan Tita/Shutterstock)
Bubbles are venous in the red river’s valleys- oxygenated. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/crystal_blair-16909546/ ]
Bare of snow and ice we were In the winter’s dwindling days And we marked upon the calendar The season’s changing phase Eager things poked up their heads To … Continue Reading Spring shall overcome
In the wet of dreamshe rides on the rocking horse,gloves the mast of sleep. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/ju_turner-12230830/ ]
Give me the undercurrentsand not the shiny shallows.The math of founding harmonies,dark forests in their hallows. *** [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/flo222-4394947/ ]
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 … Continue Reading Good intentions
As we spoke a wing, long broken, fell off inside of me, unnoticed as a leaf. I stepped out of sheep’s clothing and flaunted a love. And my arms, oh … Continue Reading White bird singing in the dead of night
“FOR THE LOST” In fog’s night, there’s a shimmer. A hint of hearth and home. A muted invitation to one who walks alone. Far away from native shore and succor … Continue Reading For the lost
A walk, shortened, in October bluster. Black branches flailing shake off leaves to the bonfire of fall. Escape, they do, in a tumble dry dance. Carpet the catwalks. Stick to … Continue Reading The day before winter
At some days’ end, I feel as if I have stepped my last- propping up this frame, these unpadded shoulders, boned as a scarecrow. Dithering with the primal thoughts of … Continue Reading Worship
~Thinking I said something, I fell silent in doubt until a gravelly voice whispered the supposed words into my ear. I turned my head to the side and looked down … Continue Reading High ideals
In those daysthere were bedsheet flags,wooden swords,bobby pin rifles.Our breathless legions in shabby Keds.Shoe boxes full of bubblegum cards,fluffy-edged from brick wall flingings.Tennis balls with fluff long gone,and pockets full … Continue Reading In those days
Once, within my hearing, and thinking himself alone, he said I wish I were dead. And I didn’t man up to that. I god damn kept my hands in my … Continue Reading Archangel
~I remember me. How I looked to books as if they were to be my next meal. How I bought brushes, special pencils and a book of right paper, still … Continue Reading In olden times
Was that house one of lies one of alcohol and fear Were there violences muffled by bedroom doors and punishments sealed by closet doors Gone without… gone without Come to … Continue Reading A house away from home