Out of whole cloth

A cloak is dreamt. It is long, hooded, and heavy- as iridescent as a fish. Its imagined scales are of many colors. They resemble organ stops, tombstones, or pats of plastered paint. When donned, its weight makes one stumble- Accretions from an empath's trove.

Mister BlueTooth

  Mister Bluetooth Feels as though he is wired to receive, Willing or no, The auras and vibes of those travelling through time with him. Chance encounters that many would not mark Shower him with ceaseless impressions. Some souls seem born with wells of kindness. He returns what he has of this, out of tired... Continue Reading →

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