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Lose face in poltergeist’s mirror We drive in stilted silence How high the corn?…I venture
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
Lose face in poltergeist’s mirror We drive in stilted silence How high the corn?…I venture
I knewA girl who batted her eyelashesOne who touched meand had a tinkling laughOne who stood tearlessby her husband’s coffinthen criedwhen we joined handsOne who wasthe most alive personI had … Continue Reading Knowing you
Geoffrey sneezes on my face as I bend to give him the kiss he’d pleaded for. My sassy four-year-old, my fourth child, has always been demanding of my… Fight for … Continue Reading Fight for Me by L.T. Ward
DownDown seven stepsSeven depths of dreamto flypapered hallswhere you meetthe man with the flagonHe fills vials of venomOne you must drinkfor it will take youthrough Mandelbrot sets of madnessUp, up, … Continue Reading Redemption
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Asymmetry I cut my mother’s hair every month since her hands went wild. They’re rabid, boomeranging around the room, returning every touch twice as hard,…
It began when I wanted him to have a two hundred dollar rocking horse. Or, when she stopped her crying as I sang to her about that bear that went … Continue Reading My sin
This is wee, the hour. I play coy with sleep, thinking that if I ignore it and feign that I am fighting it, it will engulf me out of spite. … Continue Reading Night shift
I had an ambulance ride last night, due to a sudden heart issue. It turned out to be a wise decision, because I had to be cardioverted electronically. Before that, … Continue Reading A little scare
Lay prone in the hammock of home. No drink, no smoke, no drug. Let the blue loom of the sky seep its dye, so sterile, so dope. Great is its … Continue Reading Sky pilot
Kid I was when Dad got my nose showed how to take your thumb apart Oh, and the trick with the hats and cigarette butts How to worm a hook … Continue Reading Grown up
Burdock socks are what I have, a-clinging to my sleepy feet.
* Mental health triggers, suicidal ideation* God. You know, I’m just washing dishes, feeling useful and kind of self-satisfied. Haven’t dropped anything or cut myself, even though the bothersome cat … Continue Reading Everything, and the kitchen sink
You must be my Witch In the day, you are as plain as day I think you don’t see me Maybe you think I don’t see you but I am … Continue Reading Be my Witch
At night, the Ghost, she sang to me in a seeming lullaby. I listened very carefully and her words they made me cry. She told me you will wait for … Continue Reading Once, in a lullaby
Down here, tonight, on the green ground, it’s quiet and still, vacuumed. I look up, by chance, to test for rain. The darkening clouds sail, like a float of smoke. … Continue Reading Dirty birds
I was one for Drama, but the frame was the thing. I wanted only to be the swelling strings, the muted xylophone, the kettle drum tympanic. I would whip the … Continue Reading Dramaturge